Its back again. With a grin on its face, looking me in the eye, whispering into my thoughts asking me of my dreams again, stating the obvious. Bring forth the truth I always knew deep down, the reality approaches. It had always been the same you see. This universe of ours, the one we live in is fabricated by the concept of reality, this space-time continuum. Foolish one may consider, for human brain to helplessly attempts to escape this inevitable existential platform. Masking whats real, giving all the worldly strength to shape a world of our own without effort, a world so beautiful and perfect, a world of imagination. Why I wonder. Perhaps because the reality has a bad habit of hiding the impact we exert on it daily or maybe because reality expects far more than we ever anticipated to create a life of our dreams. The way I find it, I think we humans, perhaps not all yet many, we often choose imagination because its simple and easy but reality isn't it never was. Reality is made out of a materiel called truth which makes it difficult for us to comprehend, after all truth is often bitter. Mainly because reality and truth only reflects us, and force us to face ourselves. We humans are social animals. Its easy to talk to strangers but facing one self, now that's a nightmare. And for an introvert like me, I always despised the world for it. Even though it tried its best to sneak out here and there, bought gifts of happiness, I always kept the gift but never truly committed to it. Yes I am selfish. For all humans are. For reality is too cruel to a person who was bought up in tears and fear. I never knew what its like, facing em, with a confidence like no other. Just like the "me" in my imagination. I tried to bind this perfect me of my imagination to my future "me". But I still kept on living with the imagination. in fact it got me even more addicted to it. some where deep within I always knew it would come to this. After all to become the man I always wanted to be, I need to start walking the path that goes through the it, the cruel reality. I must know who I am before I could be change into the guy I always wanted to be. I must walk the path that goes through reality I always been running away from. Its been too long. I ran too far. Now that I am completely lost, I finally realised that reality is something I can never outrun. After all , reality is living...! I see it now. The only way to attain everything , or at least attain a probability of it all, is by facing the reality I despise a lot. I must accept the fact that its going to be hard and disappointing. Its time I face myself and accept all the defects in me and change the current. I wonder what this path beholds.
