There have been plenty of people, who have told me that I never have enough reality, and this is my response to them-
I don't see it, or maybe I just don't want to believe in it. That there is a reality. That there is something as bitter and cruel as the people who dwell inside of it. But for I, I am a unicorn. I don't like reality. I live somewhere in-between fantasy and this thing, reality. I like to see things in my own way and imagine all the different possibilities and explore life in a different light. I think that everything in life is beautiful & I would always like to see it that way. I don't think that reality gives an opportunity for that. Reality is a place for bluntness. It is what it is. It’s not good. It’s not bad. Its just there. But I for one, don't like that, you see. There have been a few, if not many successful people in our lifetime, who in no way, knew of such a thing called reality. It is no dreamer's paradise. It's where people just seem to wither away with too many worries or concerns of what is real and what is not. I almost feel a sense of pity for those who stay here. And they probably feel the same for me and the many others who are like me. Now, don't get my wrong, I don't always live in Lala Land- I just prefer for my stay there to be just a bit longer than my landing on solid ground. Reality- maybe I just don't know what it is. Maybe nobody does. But what I DO know is that it sounds like an awfully terrible place.