Ascendates
Fiction allows us to dabble in truth. In ideas. To live in a bubble of our possibilities. Possibilities we cannot be in. Fictions are stories of us in a different mix of time and space. Lived out by the perfected, exaggerated, and created characters we so desire, or hate or feel nothing about, at any given moment.
Reality, on the other hand, forces us to listen. To others. To have the strength to face honesty. To be honest ourselves. To our own selves.
In between fiction and reality, life happens.
(Where's the story at?)
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My 2014 is cruel, but marvelous.
PS:
Excuse me 2015, but I'm coming.