-The Serenade of Dreamers-

The Serenade of Dreamers (concealed by the tempest named reality; the roars of pure odium and fury)

Well 'It's raining again' as one 'Supertramp' song briefly mentions while a rhythmic beat with a hypnotizing fusion of notes overtakes ones sense. As I sit pondering, listening to the composition of a falling yet perpetual waltz of rain drops, entrenching me in a reverie of limitless depth, I find myself mesmerized by the concept of the impact that an escape from reality has on an individual.

I mean we have all heard of the commonly used term ignorance is bliss.....but does ignorance have an relations with a delusional reverie, does it engrave itself in the blissful thoughts of a midsummer dream? There has been a common misconception that distancing one from reality is almost the ultimate act of a coward concealing one from the claws of awareness, while digging one a temporary yet hollow crevice of misguided security.......

But isn't an occasional disassociation with our problems an instinctive solution, a temporary escape....

On the fabric of despair does one more stain of agony truly matter? Isn't the comfort of an illusional embrace what we often need in times of crisis. For example the story of Veronika in Paulo Coelho's novel Veronika decides to die, all she truly craved for was a moment of insanity to understand and fully comprehend her existence. 

Yet one quote from the novel leads to a complete paradox to occur in this issue,"if one does not struggle, one simply does not grow", and that is what reality truly offers us, a series of moments infused with the cruel yet necessary gift of agony, of sorrow, of enlightenment, of pain, of awareness, it grants us preparation for the final performance of our existence. Sometimes we do need to embrace a trepidation with sorrow, as we stand at the frontier of true fulfillment, we need to realize our positions and plan our recovery. Our only company sometimes is a sustainable fatality, as we intertwine our existence with that of realization, an affair of the delusional only ends in the introduction to awareness.

The ritual of the distant often reaches the triumphant return of true understanding.....

Sometimes we need to reconcile even with misery......

Well on that dark note, I'll leave you to ponder about these statements, and I shall end my performance of ramblings with a late Monday- coincidentally it is now Wednesday, nearing Thursday- quote.....

"The final downfall of a delusional, is the heights of awareness itself......"

"The Serenade of the distant, is only connected by the muted note of the silenced......"

Quotes by Susan Ihar

Blog written at 11:51pm....soon I shall have to say goodbye to my dear ally,Wednesday.....

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