(cont.) I suppose I've since internalized the idea that apparently ridiculous or miraculous things are possible...or at least, how can they be proven to be impossible? I can no longer see reality as anything but a collection of consistent trends, and the reality in my head is even less than that; it is entirely bendable. It makes me able to put my heart too easily into tempting ideas like fate or destiny. On one hand, I know that they have no attachment to physical reality and are merely pipe dreams (for now!), but on the other hand, unabashedly drunkenly pursuing them is so liberating, despite any improbabilities. (I mean, I tend to pursue things that I think are more plausible, but...) Maybe I've just had reality suspended out of my reach for too long. /ramble /lost control of what I was talking about (sorry~)
P.S. Nice profile background~
P.S. Nice profile background~