On Fantasy

I remember lying in bed at nights as a child with my revolvers, fantasizing about being a hero in some Western. I distinctly remember a moment when I asked myself "Am I not a little too old for this?", but given that it was fun, I kept at it until eventually I grew out of it. My hunch today is that perhaps we never did, our fantasies now have evolved a little, they are desires or mission statements instead: being a multiple-millionaire, being sexy, having power at work, a plastic surgery, or whatever else it might be that turns you on. At no point do we ever know what we are signing up for. Our egos have come up with fancier plans, but deep down inside it is the same desire to be something somewhere sometime that you think you currently are not.

Well, perhaps there is progress after all; the one advantage over the fantasy-land of the little boy: by trying to implement your desires, life forces you to make decisions, and with it, gives the quite voice inside yourself the opportunity to remind you of who you really are. Especially if we are dealing with real people the quite voice often has the upper hand despite ourselves. Action always trumps fantasy, always! Sooner or later you will come to realize that everything you need is already right in front of your nose. Stay your course whatever your desires might be, but please stay away from solely entertaining fantasies. In la-la-land, the quite voice will never get a hold of you.