The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you on Facebook first or texts you first or anything. So it comes to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life alone inside, never going anywhere.
The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.
