why can’t we be friends?
Recently, it dawned on me that I spend much of my life with my head in the clouds, dreaming of possibilities and envisioning what could be. Sounds like fun, except that the rest of you isn’t in the clouds but stuck down here on earth. It makes getting around pretty awkward if you ask me. I mean, have you ever tried moving about blindfolded, even in your own home? I think you get the idea.
So why not just yank your head out of the clouds and watch where you’re going? The thing is, clouds are just far more interesting. They are fluffy and dreamy, shapeless, formless, so you can imagine them to be whatever you want them to be. Down here on earth everything is just what it is, plain, ordinary and…real. And reality never really quite matches up, does it?
But clouds are lonely creatures. No matter what colourful and fascinating things you can spin them fluffs into, you reach out to touch them and your hand goes right through. Nothing. Nothing but mist and disappointment. And then you ask yourself: okay, so what’s the point?
I decided that maybe I should spend a little less time in the clouds.
Be grounded, is that what they call it? I KNOW it sounds like I’m giving in, like I’m caving. Resignation, jadedness, death. But no. No, it is not; I don’t think it is. The way I see it, I am keeping an open mind. I am giving reality a chance; the way you allow yourself to see in a different light that guy you never really thought you could be friends with. Maybe reality is not actually that bad a dude at all.