People either live in realities or illusions. Realities are tough, they hurt... So at times its soothing to stay in the comforts of illusions. Illusions are great, in fact they can transcend boundaries of practicality, reasoning and facts. Even after loosing something or someone we stay there hanging on to the belay of hope. Living under the illusion of a happy ending. That's how we have been brought up. That's how most of the movies, the so called mirrors of the society are like. A happy ending... Each one craves for it... each one tries hard to survive under the illusion rather than accepting the reality at times. So we wait there , we wait to relive those magical moments, we wait to stop reminiscing about the past and gather new memories to reminisce about in future, we wait for that one moment, that one person..... You may think that what kind of a person avoid realities and embrace illusions. A coward ??? Well i think you are wrong if you are taking facing situations as a balance for measuring courage. It may sound strange, but i believe the person striving under illusion is more courageous. It needs courage to wait, it needs courage to hang in there, it needs courage to let go realities, facts and to hope under the umbrella of illusions, it needs courage to listen to your heart and ignore what your brain tells you to do. I agree there are casualties, most of the times it leads to nothing, it chokes you, strangles you, sucks the very last drop of blood out of you. But there is a thrill in that wait, a happiness in that hope, a pleasure in that pain. You die each day and like a phoenix get resurrected again to die again. There is an inexplicable pleasure and satisfaction in the wait for a perfect happy ending. I have seen the old man laying a lily every Sunday on his wife's grave and kissing her goodbye. He spends some time near her grave and says "take care munchkin" before leaving. He knows she is dead. He knows she can't feel that lily. He knows she can't hear his words. But still he puts the lily, kisses her grave and bids her goodbye. Its not reality which makes him do that. Its the illusion. The illusion that somewhere she's watching over him, waiting for his flowers and his company every Sunday. Illusions give you strength, at times your moxie , your belief, reason to keep going, reason to live. I believe in illusion as its far harder to kill a phantom than reality.
