Impossible

What is it with the impossible that i'm fascinated about...?

Why am I always confusing fantasy with hope?

I feel like I have to fit in to this world all the time.

But, what am i fitting in into?

Everytime I see something that i think is "better" and "desirable to others", i want to "fit" myself into it.

And then i get disappointed when i realise that it is NOT possible.

All this trying to get myself into another person's reality.

When can i figure out my OWN reality?

And what is the boundary between reality and fantasy? At what point do i decide that certain "hopes" are actually unreachable "dreams", something that i will never get no matter how much i work for?

And what is it that is stopping me from working towards my goal?

Why am i constantly denying myself the chance of working towards the goal?

Is my life about me?

Or is it about me AND the people around me?

Or me and the people around me AND society?

Sometimes, all you need is a sense of direction. To help you carry on.

Sometimes, all I need is to stop trying to find fantasy in reality.

............................while life moves on.