How does one convince himself that something doesn't have hope of reality? He doesn't. He already knows it deep, deep down. That's why they go insane. Like Sibyl Freid. Like Tali Sachs. We all go insane. And even though we sometimes appear to have let go, we're really still chasing that wind in the back of our minds. Saying "If only if only if only..."
I guess convincing isn't what we really need to move on, to "let go," if that's what you want to call it. What we really need to realize that there are more choices than one that could and will make us happy in life. That's what the Parallels are all about. The different choices. There are always going to be at least TWO choices, and most likely choices infinitum. Of course we can't imagine all of them. We're lucky if we can imagine a handful. But they're there.
And an answer? No one knows the answers. So instead of answers, we search within ourselves and create more wind, but we know it's imaginary, and if we're lucky, we won't be overtaken by those countless worlds residing in our minds. The different and the same. I live them everyday and so do you. Tweak one little thing and the whole world's different, but it probably has that extraordinary piece of the usual that makes it all seem so much more worth it. So I imagine. And I live. And sometimes, life surprises me. Because sometimes, believe it or not, reality holds the better dream, a dream that I didn't have the imagination or the breadth to make up myself.
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