“Would you rather have a perfect fantasy or a flawed reality?”
That’s a question I’ve been posing to people for years now. My answer has bounced back and forth between the two over time. These days, I’m much more of a ‘flawed reality’ kind of girl.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, the ‘perfect fantasy’ has its time and place, you just can’t live there forever. Unfortunately.
Recently, I revealed some personal feelings to a close friend of mine and almost immediately wished I hadn’t. His response, while kind, was not the one I thought I wanted. In a flash, my perfect fantasy became a painful, horrid, flawed reality. lol We went from talking and/or texting every day to little or no communication at all.
While I miss my friend terribly, I realize that the flawed reality we find ourselves in can always get better. The problem with the perfect fantasy is just that – it’s a fantasy. There’s no room for growth, evolution or honesty when we get stuck in the fantasy. The flawed reality is full of possibilities, adventures and newness. I choose reality – flawed and all.
Here’s hoping my friendship can be salvaged and if it can’t, while I will be sad, I will survive. Above all else : ‘To thine ownself be true’ and I did just that. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the perfect fantasy from time to time, though. 🙂