Fantasy and Reality Alike

As a writer I sincerely conclude that reality is poorly written. Disease is a nasty drudgery. Disasters grind labors into ruin. The language barrier turns personal meaning into impersonal gibberish. People go blind, deaf or are maimed and little can be done about it. Petty evils go unpunished. Grand evils go unchecked. Armor, archery and firearms render swords useless. Poison gas and nuclear weapons overshadow prowess. Everything falls short.

The best fiction is inspiring. Reality is uninspiring. If reality was a novel: few would read it. If reality was a movie: few would watch it. The embellished non-fiction does not prove otherwise.

There is a God. He does fall short. We drink his piss because it is the only water. We eat his crap because it is the only food. His reality is uninteresting if left to its own merit. His creation is a lot of nothing and nothing at all would be better.

We imagine better. The sincere and sinister alike envision the unreal. The very struggle of good against evil is opposing fantasies battling in reality.

I am freedom, justice and the absolute. I am friendship and sincerity. I languish in reality because I am alien in a world going nowhere. I have no place in stark reality.

Truth be told in fiction and non-fiction alike. Things are as they are whether we approve or not. Our interests are what they are whether we like them or not. Acknowledging the truth empowers us to deal with reality. Sublimating our interests allows us to enjoy our fantasies.