Get real they all keep telling me. I smile and say I am real. While I say that I am lost in other world another time zone listening to another set of voices coming from a distance.
So let me assume like Hegel that there is a real world and there is an ideal world. We all want to live in the ideal but we end up in the real world fighting to reach the ideal.
The conflict between the two, ideal and real, which Hegel calls dialectics, leads to change. That is some basic political theory gyan for you. I can go on to tell you how Marx interpreted this but then you don't really want to know.
The day we accept the real to be our ideal, change stops. But then change never stops. The process in our head stops and something dies. We might be alive doing all mortal things but something, somewhere within us ceases to exist.
While we all have our own little worlds in this big world, some part of it does touch reality and it hurts. But once you get the that part into your world again it heals fast, real fast.
So for all those who come up with the lame 'get real',we won't. We will continue to love our heroes knowing that they are fictional and can never ever come to life. We will still think that those men in celluloid are made for us even if it means seeing them only in celluloid. The stories can happen to us as well. We can happen as well. For our world might not be real like yours, but it has more hope.
Like I said I love my world. Its beautiful. Too bad you have not yet found yours.
In every of your post (at least the past three or so), you write as though you are trying to substantiate your decision of being 'single'. Hatred towards 'men' seems to be the theme. Guess, people around you might be trying to impress upon you something that you don't like. Everything seems to be so unclear. (If you think its too personal to share, please excuse) Am sure you were not like this by birth; any particular reason why you are what 'you' are today?
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