Life has always been taking miraculous turns, hasn't it? Sometimes I think of it as an enormous miracle disguised as some popular yet ignored cliche. We can only dream imaginative bullshits in fantasies and, sadly, can never live in them. So it is kind of, a lot better, fancying unimaginative and impossible happenings so that you take in what you can't, in your reality. We are meant to make the best use of each one of the gifts and talents that god has blessed us with and completely obliged to do so. We do things that bring us happiness and that, I think, is great. Not only intimate moments but untold fearful angry blurt outs can be seen. We don't know if they are ever gonna be transformed into reality like I don't know if talking about fantasies is keeping you bored but I'm pretty lot sure that we all are likewise in doing that.
But what still keeps me sad is that you are failing. You have failed. And you don't have an idea if you'd continue failing in the time to come. You are facing a debacle every time you fantasise. You fancy all that you want to happen, like, really. You are not so desperate in having the feeling of that moment but deep within, you know you gotta get a shot at it. Maybe, fantasising provides you with reasons of possibilities of your desires but what still stands as undeniable is the fact that your fantasies are just remaining your fantasies, far, far, far away from reality. I mean, they are not even near to being parallel. We gotta make it intersecting.
But, we are afraid, or I am afraid or, a lot like me, are afraid.
I am gonna finish it here and wait till I get something better to write about Psychology of us.
Keep fantasising.