Life, it likes to do this thing where it challenges everything that you believe and dream of. You can say it is the universe, god, or a spiritual entity, but at the end of the day, the source of friction that you believe is delivering this to your doorstep does not really change the amount of challenge that every human is confronted with.
Dreaming is painful, glorious, and an ecstasy for me. I love the sea of ideas that exist and are floating around out there. I love that from merely an intangible thought something tangible can be created when action is added to the equation. It can be a painful journey, though, reaching for the sun. The likelihood of getting burned is a factor that should not be ignored.
I cannot count the number of times I have woken up wondering if I was in an alternate reality? I arose from a deep stupor the other day feeling like I was living out the very thing I had watched in my favorite comedic shows and began to wonder how I had ended up in such a surreal state. It became apparent to me that struggling to find my identity, seeking a significant other, and fumbling through my professional life were all similar symptoms to the classic sitcoms I had spent hours absorbing. Having an ex-contact me and want to get back together along with just recently dating someone who ghosted did not help this television like feeling.