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i was built for questing in a beautiful fantasy world, not dealing with whatever this reality is
It’s that time again where I think about how despite however much I try to find the joy and beauty in the real, my favorite past time is still escapism to a world of fantasy. My heart lies in the magical whimsy of fiction that I will never truly get. If I did not have the glimpse I did, I wouldn’t be as happy, but isn’t that almost worse than if that wasn’t true? The human mind longs so deeply for something it will never quite have. We create what we can and we are lucky for that much, but it isn’t being there. I’m usually so good at finding the fantastical in our mundane, but no one can always do it, and man does it hurt when this ever lurking knowledge forces itself to the front of my mind again.
All I'm asking is for an old, wise wizard to show up at my front door and send me on a magical quest into the forbidden realms to steal an enchanted object from a fantastical creature with a team of mysterious strangers from other realms.
Is that too much to ask.
bitches have to deal with their unresolved childhood trauma instead of relying on fantasy escapism and found family tropes to function its me im bitches