Blanching our way through life

We all need a little illusion in life. It’s the only way we can live it seriously, otherwise we’ll just falter and give into repressive pain and sorrow. We tend to feel more when we read books, we communicate more with each other through metaphors and exaggerations, yet we fall short of understanding each other. We cry over films that portray heart wrenching scenes, but we sit uncomfortably around real life emotions with others, especially with our families, yet familial loss is among the most heart breaking notions of loss and grief in literature. Love in real life is fleeting and untrustworthy, hence our eyes melt at the screens with an awe for romance.

It’s hard to laugh without feeling a knife-stabbing pain of irony at the edges of our smiles and grins, as we are tied by the failures and betrayals of our past, yet cling onto the notion that the past is in the past; we live inside our past traumas and write illusory texts about motivational progress. We create the perfect facade, as a perfect cover-up of what is the aftermath of a tornado, a bravado to patch up the wreckage of a desolate piece of abandonment. We swap true sparks of passion for tangible notes and hard pennies, yet worship the stories about unconditional and kind love.

We love to float on our clouds of fantasies and imagination, and detest the much-respected rational hard-concrete life. Musical notes pull at our heart strings, and send us flying in the air, but we require a rational grounded person. We sit with our eyes glued onto screens, because it is too hard to stare at raw life, a bit of nothingness with everything empty and dry in it. Life is this and that, yet nothing at the same time. We are pulled in all directions and nothing is ever enough, however through art, music and stories our life is anchored, it has a direction, everything goes our way, our chests are light and we can swim through life.

We just need that glitter and sugar-coating to make life a pretty picture in a storm of brutality, just to make things more bearable. A little sweet coffee in the morning, to stop dreading the next day.

We all want somebody to yearn for us the same way, yet in real life people are different and stability is a set standard. Losing your head and running around like a headless chicken is wrong and unrealistic, in fact you will get hurt and smacked by disappointment and fear. We all just want to zone out in a fast-pace speeding world, we all want to bring time to a stop, but we idolise development and growing businesses. We’re all crashing and crumbling, but all come out with masks to keep up this depressive reality.