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i consider myself a realist. even though my brother criticizes me for being excessively pessimistic, and sometimes i in turn criticize myself for being excessively optimistic, i try to remain constantly aware of both the bad and good in everything. realism seems to be a nice medium between morbidity and aloofness.
in my attempts to stay in touch with reality, i continuously remind myself that the dream is ALWAYS better than the reality... and so far those have proved to be excellent words to live by. if you think about it, thats true in almost all cases. a person spends all of their time thinking about how great something is going to be, building it up and building it up, but when they actually obtain it.. its not nearly as good as they imagined and therefor becomes a disappointment.
however, sometimes (and only sometimes) on the rarest of occasions and if your lucky enough... the reality turns out to be better than you could have ever dreamed... and that is a wonderful feeling.
in my attempts to stay in touch with reality, i continuously remind myself that the dream is ALWAYS better than the reality... and so far those have proved to be excellent words to live by. if you think about it, thats true in almost all cases. a person spends all of their time thinking about how great something is going to be, building it up and building it up, but when they actually obtain it.. its not nearly as good as they imagined and therefor becomes a disappointment.
however, sometimes (and only sometimes) on the rarest of occasions and if your lucky enough... the reality turns out to be better than you could have ever dreamed... and that is a wonderful feeling.