There is the reality of our lives and ourselves
And there is who we wish we were
At our deepest most sincere level of desire
are if these two personas are too disparate
Even if it’s out of our control
Even if we are trying for it not to be so
The bigger the difference in these; the more unhappy we are
The more broken we are
The more we live half dead, barely alive
So whether it’s a matter of
Liking and appreciating who one is and what one has
And working towards being more authenticaly oneself is up to one to decide
And I suppose many options exist to that end but how I see it….there is
Trying to make your fantasy into reality
Or trying to make your reality into your fantasy (into something you find joy in).
And I think we are all struggling between the two every moment of every day of our lives
By the choices we have to make
And the trials and tribulations we encounter on our very unique paths and in our own unique ways.
Still binge watching Killjoys. Almost done with season 4 and it ended after season 5. The lines aren’t as epic as Westworld but I did hear this one today that stuck with me.
“If everything I want and everything I choose is just some vestige of trauma, what gets to be mine? When do I get to be the authentic me?” – Zeph
I’ve been thinking a lot about honor lately. How we see people that uphold honor, and do the right thing at any cost, as hero’s. This is not for nothing. Honor is probably one of the most difficult values/virtues to uphold in life. It is the most difficult to maintain because it is continually being tested. But honor is to your soul what compassion/love is to your heart. It is the catalyst to salvation from the path of misery and hell.