What if?
Would he have said it? Would he have spoken up? To tell. To speak.
Would she have faced her worst fears? Would she have dared? To show. To reveal.
Often we wonder. Often we dream away to a world in an imaginary dimension. To a world build up by the answers of 'what if' questions. Asking ourselves what would have been is an integrating part of our way of living. It makes us wonder. It makes us imagine and dream. It makes us bitter for what could have been. Just as it could make us feel relieved for what is not. For what luckily did not occur. For what will hopefully never be.
The imaginary world is just...imaginary.
Comforting when we need comfort.
Reassuring when we are in lack of certainty.
But it helps.
It gives an excuse to wonder. And at the same time to dream. To imagine. We like to imagine. Even if we do not realize it. Imagination is inspiration. And inspiration is life. This life. This real life.
And so, at the end, also that imaginary life starts making part of - once again - that same real life.
Would she have faced her worst fears? Would she have dared? To show. To reveal.
Often we wonder. Often we dream away to a world in an imaginary dimension. To a world build up by the answers of 'what if' questions. Asking ourselves what would have been is an integrating part of our way of living. It makes us wonder. It makes us imagine and dream. It makes us bitter for what could have been. Just as it could make us feel relieved for what is not. For what luckily did not occur. For what will hopefully never be.
The imaginary world is just...imaginary.
Comforting when we need comfort.
Reassuring when we are in lack of certainty.
But it helps.
It gives an excuse to wonder. And at the same time to dream. To imagine. We like to imagine. Even if we do not realize it. Imagination is inspiration. And inspiration is life. This life. This real life.
And so, at the end, also that imaginary life starts making part of - once again - that same real life.
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