Capacity

Sometimes we’d rather believe the worst possible lie than face the truth.

The thing about the world is, you can’t change it.

No matter how much you want to. It doesn’t matter how much you wish it were different — or easier — or less frightening and ugly. You just can’t change it. It’s like an out of control freight train on a track that heads straight to hell.

To love, to live, to forget, to pretend, to dream, and to die — human beings have so damned much capacity, even in a world that we can’t do anything about.

Sometimes I wonder if we actually have the capacity to draw the line between what is real and what never was — to distinguish between real life and fantasy or even dreams as we hold on for dear life, speeding through space, darkness, and time.

• Do we ever really know what reality we’re living, or what even constitutes reality?
• What is it about the truth that makes us lie so desperately to ourselves?
• What keeps us yearning and trying so hard to reach for something more than the actuality we face?
• Why do we constantly strive to get to a place — any place — that’s…