sorry for dreaming
I suck.
For nearly two years I've been hanging on to a dream, a dream with no basis on reality. I kept hoping that somehow, it would've come true. But it wouldn't have because it was the wrong dream to hang on to. People say that you should never forget your dreams because in a sense, it's what gives us hope. Still, there are dreams that we should learn to forget, and see instead the dreams that are worth fighting for.
It's only now--well yesterday--that it dawned on me. I've been so immersed in this thing that I hadn't realize it didn't make sense anymore. The thing is, it probably didn't have sense in the first place. I just...idealized it. I wanted it so much that I pictured perfection in my head when in truth, it wasn't perfection, at least not for me. And there's a difference, I think, in what is "perfect" for every person.
"Felt like I was crawling out from under a rock and into the sun..." I've always seen some variation of this sentence in every book I've read. For the first time, I truly understand what it means.
Some of you may probably have an idea what this is about, especially my Ateneo chums (bonsaichick, orangeblues, abrilrose, Kaye, Mike, to name a few) who have endured all my, er, bukang-bibig regarding y'all know who. Patawad, na-tanga ako.