a talk

She says that she is completely fed up with love. It always ended with sadness and pain every time she loves someone.

You say that she is unbelievably unlucky.

She says that she started to get used to this pain and also started to like such sadness. She says, sometime it is also nice to feel the pain once in a while.

You tell her that this idea is crazy. You say it is not nice to be sad.

No, everyone have their own moment of sadness. She is sad and she knows that even you also suffer the sadness. She knows that you are sad because she noticed you when you gaze aimlessly out of the windows, or when you write your text at the table alone in the night, or when you walk silently around the lake with her. Within those silent moments she can feel the sadness that is hidden deep in your mind.

You say that this is unfair, spying people’s privacy without their acknowledgement.

She says that in the past she enjoyed noticing people around her. She has good eyes that can see clearly the emotions of people and many times she thought that she could read person’s minds. But now she is not interested to do that anymore. She is tired of guessing and understanding people’s mind. Human thought and mind are too complex, filled with too much confusion, filled with uncertainty and troubles.

You say that this is just ordinary for human being and the world to be. They are always doubtfully unreliable. Sometime you also wanted to escape to anywhere far away from everyone.

She says that she hate this world. She hate this human society that she has been forced to live with. The society that is full of obnoxious matters and greedy people. The social where people threats themselves and the others without gentle soul. But during these days she survives from those evilness because of her own dreams. She cages herself within her own thoughts. She separates the cruel reality by the boundary of her own beautiful imagination. It is really simple; there are just the reality of the world and her being. And within her very being there are confusing, made-up illusions. And never once she could find any single piece of pleasing truth. There exists just the temporary happiness from the faked deceiving dreams.

You say that she is such a daydreaming type of person.

She asks you about your dream, about what you have been dreaming for.

You say you are dreaming of good things. You are dreaming that everyone you know become endlessly happy.

She says that such a dream is too good for you. She does not believe that a person like you can be so generous.

You say that you are dreaming of yourself alone being so happy and greater than anyone else.

That is it! She knows that you are such a terribly selfish person.

You tell her that it is normal that everyone is selfish.

She says that she likes to dream about being loved, about a nice and delightful future.

You say that love is necessary. But love is not a thing that can be easily designed or planned just like a nice and delightful future.

That is right. That is why it is better for her to get prepared for the future without love.

You say that she is being too pessimistic.

She says that she is being truthful. She just tries to percept and accept the world as it is to be.