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Oct 03, 2008 20:57

Think about the thing you want the most. I mean ANY thing. The thing that you would do or the thing you would get if you could be God for a day.

Think about the one thing you want more than anything.

Got it in your mind? Is it even just ONE thing? Is there a whole scenario you've constructed in your head? Is there more than one? Now think about the thing you want that you can realistically get/achieve. The thing you want to do before you die. Again, is there more than one? Is there a perfect scenario? I don't know if there is for anyone. Because once you got the one thing you wanted more than anything, what would you do then?

I think we all (humanity) construct at least one impossible scenario in our minds and that we periodically retreat to that scenario as an ever-present refuge. I think we create our realistic goal as a compromise between what we know we can do and what we know we can't.

But I imagine there are many people who do not live in their heads nearly that much. People who have consigned their fantasies to darker, more easily forgettable corners of their brains. And then there are those who want that fantasy so badly that they would rather live in their brains (or a virtual world of some sort) than try to make the most of their reality. I think this is the notion that has begotten the role-playing game genre.

This is speaking in extremes and I know that no one is just ONE of these things, but you've essentially got your people who try to make the most of their reality and have let the muscle that is the human imagination deteriorate and atrophy. Arguably, this involves the higher risk but the potential of greater rewards (but the worth of the reward is in the eye of the et cetera). On the other side, you have your people who try to live in their fantasy for the best part of the day and accomplish little in reality. But arguably, these people live in greater luxury than the richest men and women. If you don't want that much in the way of material possessions, how hard do you really have to work?

If money is no object and you can acquire virtually anything with your endless funds, than surely your joy is limited only by your imagination... but perhaps in working as hard as you did to get those funds, you let your imagination wither. Or if you never had to work for money, you might never have had to employ your imagination in the first place. But if you find yourself able to imagine just about anything, surely your joy is limited only by your ability to make those fantasies a reality. But if you've spent most of your life living in your dream world, how will you ever bring those dreams to life?

At the end of the day, one person is sitting by their gold-rimmed pool behind their mansion and they pause to think, "Is this all?"

At the end of the day, another person is sitting in their easy chair with an X-Box controller in hand and they pause to think, "Is this all?"

And they both find themselves so empty.

As I'm sure many people are, I am somewhere in the middle of these two extremes. But it's not just that I'm sitting in the middle, I feel CAUGHT in the middle. I want to be taken seriously by my friends and peers but I feel like all they see is the constantly joking, comic-book reading little boy.I want my friends to think I'm easy-going and fun to be around but I feel like all they see is the workaholic, constantly-busy control freak.

God, it'd be one thing if I just had to deal with ONE gross generalization/judgment and when you got to know me you would find a much more fascinating side to me. "Yeah, he's always off in La La Land or making with the jokes, but when you get to know him, he's really deep." Or, "Yeah, he takes stuff way too seriously, but when you really get to know him he's a lot of fun."

I can't think of the one thing that I want more than anything because there isn't any ONE thing I want more than anything. Every time I construct one fantasy scenario, I find myself wanting something else that doesn't FIT into that scenario.

Sometimes, I swear to God, I feel like there are 50 people living in my brain and fighting for space.
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