Sweet Illusions

Sweet illusions – the dreams we have that help us battle the dark days. The optimistic views we maintain a tight fisted grasp on so as not to lose them when confronted with the reality of life and the darkness that can sometimes come with it

I’ve always maintained a realistic view of life. A brutal approach to the ways of the world that make it easier for me to accept disappointment. The optimism that seems to come so easily to some, has always been a difficult thing for me to grasp. That pure, and almost innocent like hope and faith that everything will work out fine, always a strange and distant concept to the practical side of me.

But in the last few months I’ve started taking more of a positive outlook on life. Embracing that positive outlook, and placing my faith in the idea that the world has more in store for me than just what I’ve been dealt. I’ve started believing that all the “ifs” in my life, could quite possibly be “whens”. That all those things I never stopped to put any stock or value in, may one day be an option for me. That view has always been, to put it mildly, a tenuous one, which ebbs and flows with my mood and experiences.

I’m not giving up on the positive viewpoint that I’ve been using the last little while. I’m a fighter and I refuse to give in so easily. It makes sense because I’m starting to wonder if perhaps it really is better to feel pain than not feel anything at all? That without the experience of loss and hurt you lose sight of the true glory of love and hope?

I’m not sure. All I know is that I have faith in my God, that he knows best for what’s meant for me. And that perhaps I can take an optimistic view on life because I know that He has great plans for me that he just hasn’t yet shown me.

I guess that’s one of the other sweet illusions….faith. And faith is something I have never been short on. I may question the madness and the chaos that exists in our world, but I know that there’s a bigger picture taking place that we just can’t see. Faith is what helped me get through losing my dad. Faith is what helped me to learn to be comfortable being on my own. Faith in Him is what allowed me to put my faith in my friends.

Wow. I’m not sure what this is all about. Too much introspection for a Sunday night, that’s for sure.

Advertisement