dreams

the dreams we have may or may not have anything to do with our reality. of course the dreams and few moments after waking beg to differ. in those moments, reality is arguable. falisfiable. like santa. Santa is fake, but real. there are millions of santas, yet not a single one.

would our lives truly be better if our dreams were true? i'd like to think not, because the best parts of life are the moments connected with emotion. touch, feelings, love. i wouldn't trade that for dreams. ever.

but in the moments we question reality, we find it in its truest form. we are vulnerable to the basics of reality- the things we take for granted in the business of our day to day life. the pains of being human, the limitations of mortality, even the way light shines in the room makes the possibility or idea of reality beautiful.

it is all beautiful. everything.