Life is a fantasy.
It is about how well you can dream, and then how best you can set about fulfilling that dream. Throughout the centuries, people dreamed about flying. Many of them died trying to do it. But they did not sacrifice in vain: look how well and how far we’re flying all around the world today. Reality begins its life as a baby fantasy. The wildest ideas, the vainest concepts, one must never disregard them, for they may just materialise one day.
Otherwise what is there to live for?
We love music, movies, science-fiction novels. We spend millions and millions making filming writing them, and then many millions more consuming them. For what? So that we may hide from the blunt reality of life. So that we may not think about the pointlessness of life. And we have succeeded. Hollywood is a billion-dollar enterprise, its stable of stars millionaires in their own rights. All of them enjoy the finest things money can buy, their lives a modern-day fairytale that we can only stare at. And we pay them to continue this ostentatious lifestyle, just so that we can have a slice of it: in our dreams.
Let’s face reality.
All of us have some fantasy that we conveniently put aside as the realities of life catch up with us: a job that pays well, a car that screams “I’VE ARRIVED!”, a house that cost at least half a million. These things are not impossibles, but to get them one will have to sacrifice something else. And what else better than that fantasy which may not even materialise. Yet, it is precisely this fantasy which brings us progress, revolution, which transports humanity to another level of greatness. Sadly, only a few amongst us dare to carry such dreams, to make them into reality. The rest of us, we just spend a few dollars and watch someone on screen realise it for us. It’s easier that way.
But life should not be easy.
So perhaps it’s time to recover that lost fantasy of ours. Perhaps it’s time to re-evaluate that ridiculous concept, it’s time we make it reality. Things never happen in random. We are the living testament of the choices we made, and all the choices that we didn’t make. Rationally, it isn’t wrong to be safe, but, more importantly, we should never be sorry. What’s the point of avoiding that puddle in the street if it is the door that leads to where you want to go? The music is getting so loud I can barely hear myself, so can someone please tell me how to lower the volume -
