unrealistic

Being pragmatic is difficult at times, especially when you are exhausted from pulling down your dreams in the clouds back to the earthly reality. At times like this, I wish I could be irrational and shoot for the moon, illogical and throw a tantrum, unreasonable and beg for attention, impractical and fight without cause, or at least senseless and not give up as soon as I come across a dead end. Why is my brain always in touch with reality and voluntarily accepts the truth without being explicitly said out loud? Will I ever be able to get those delusional ideas out of my mouth before my brain pushes the words down my throat, only to swallow the hard-hitting lump of reality?

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