No Place for Fantasies

I have learned again recently that my fantasies - even the 'good' ones - are dangerous. Human beings were made to live in the world of the Now; the world of the Might Be was given as a gift for us to exert our will on the Now. If we start livign in the Might Be, the Now degrades, becomes less important, and ultimately less real. Then we get disillusioned with the Now because it isn't so fantastic.

I must constantly remind myself not to dream but to do. The life I am living is so much more than any fantasy world could be, and I don't want to cheapen it by dreaming of a life more comfortable and less fulfilling. I heard a funny quote on TV recently: "We had something like movies on my planet a few hundred years ago, but they lost popularity when people realised their real lives were more interesting."

If I feel without direction, it's only because I've been looking for direction in my own imaginings. I am learning more and more that my instincts place me on the right path. I don't know the way ahead, but I feel it. It fits like a glove, and the familiarity is sometimes scary. Maybe my own dreams are just a facade erected to stand in the way of my path ahead. Maybe the sacrifice of my dreams will let me realise the dreams I want but can't dream.

I wonder, what is it about my future that cannot be revealed for fear of me melting down under it? I think this is the reason, I feel this is the reason. There's something on my future...