Three Hundred Fifty-Six

I coax myself into believing things I want to believe. I think I see or sense emotions in another person and hope I am right; believe there’s truth in my hoped-for perception. But, when my self-deception can no longer sustain itself, I must acknowledge the stark reality that fantasies and facts do not necessarily coincide in the real world. There is nothing wrong with daydreams, but emerging from their reverie to find them shattered tends to tear at the fabric of euphoria, turning vindication into sorrow.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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One Response to Three Hundred Fifty-Six

  1. jserolf says:

    You write the way you think and speak, though this is the fortune that I have in you — I met you! We had drinks together — in my home.

    By the same token, I feel cheated for not getting to assess you by writing alone, but I also think you are adept at “internal readings” as I like to think I am.

    Perception….truth….I sometimes purposely blur them as I get older, seeing each as valuable as the other.

    You are an enticingly deep thinker, my brother!

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