Facebook Status - July 14th, 2013

How sad is to believe in the existence of an ideal person, to be sure it exists, to be happy about it and to see things in a special way, to amplify and to enhance everything in your own imagination, especially when all around you is common; and then one day to understand that the ideal does not exist; it was just a flavour, a smell, a dream, an illusion, that is is so far from what you thought, that it once existed only in your imagination. To want to re-enter the dream, but not being able to do it, because you became too sober, too conscious, too grounded in the reality.
Just another thought. Gn.