Lackluster Epiphany

I’ve just had an epiphany. I spent 3 years of my life believing in something that wasn’t real. It was an immaterial dream that I was foolish enough to believe I had obtained. I’ve recently come to terms with major aspects of the reality I ignored for three years. And let me tell you: It’s harsh.
I freed myself from the faux paradise I was ensnared in, only to stumble and make yet another foolish mistake. Again, I idiotically believed in something that was nothing at all. This compounded realization has left me spinning and disoriented.
Have I ever been correct? Or have I been walking in a dream world, playing the fool, smiling and thinking that I had it all when I was simply being manipulated? And have I ever truly been cared for? What exactly has ever been “real”? Words like “truth, honesty and reality” are too easily thrown around these days. They have been thrown into the realm of clichés, batted around in harlequin romances, and cheapened by formulaic Hollywood films. But to the root, the honest to God root: what has reality been for me? Was it better to believe a little bit of something imaginary then to have nothing in reality? And why exactly do I feel as though I’ve lost it all when I truly had nothing to begin with?

Quote du Jour

Now there's not even breathin' room
Between pleasure and pain.
-Steven Tyler