I have always been a BIG fan of fantasy. Damsels in distress, warriors, wizards, princes, all of it...the less it had to do with the real world the better. I would spend hours just creating these stories in my head, and even more hours reading or watching fantastical stories created by someone else. I would be sucked up into those worlds, I would become part of it, I would be changed by it. Fantasy can teach you about honour (think about the noble warriors that never give up, no matter what the odds until order has been restored) adventure (think of all the quests and fantastical creatures) and it teaches that love is something that is worth fighting for and that you never give up on it. There is only one problem with fantasy...it ruins Real Life.
I whish I could figure out how many people and situations in my life are simply fantasy. Are the villains real, are the allies really what they appear to be, and oh the princess...where does reality begin and where does my fantasy end. Imagination is a wonderful thing, but what happens when imagination creates your reality....what happens when even you are a figment of your own imagination? You can pretend things for a little while, but eventually the veil is lifted and you are left cold and bare in a world that almost seems foreign to you and you are left with the question "Now what?"
It is tough to give up on the realities you have created, because it means you have to step out of your head and become a hero in the real world...and this is much harder, the rewards are not that great and everyone forgets it so much sooner.
Good luck to all of us who dwell in many realms simultaneously.
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