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Obsession.

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It is always unsettling, looking retrospectively on what has already been from the cold, unchanging perspective of finality. It's never quite what we expected it would be when first we set out upon our various journeys of reckless ambitions and misplaced dreams.

Looking back, one realises that things are never what they once might have appeared to be. One realises that dreams are not promises, but merely the windows one chooses to look through for their bright and decorated panes... failing to notice the black, storm-weary night beyond them.

Perhaps we do see the stormclouds. Perhaps we do hear the thunder they generate. Perhaps we are blinded by the dream and its beauty. We want to believe in it because we cannot bear to let it go.

This is not true desire. It is not true want. It is not true need. To be blind to what one truly wants is merely self-deception.

It is obsession.

We fantasize about what we perceive the most beautiful idea, the most beautiful mindset, the most beautiful person, the most beautiful life, and we are ensconced in the fantasy's warm, beguiling mists, our eyes wrapped in the grey haze of its grasp, shielded from the glowing colours of what we never even realised existed. Ideas that we never even considered, ideas that never even crossed our confounded minds, ideas that flittered past our addled, bewitched gazes.

But that is simply the reality of obsession. We cannot let it go. We are too afraid to let it go. We cannot let it go because it has become a part of us...

...and we, a part of it.
Just a little bit of food for thought. Mmh. Tasty.
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