Fine line between fact & fantasy

Fantasy is not real…Fact! However I find myself of late arguing whether or not this is indeed the case.

My traditional opinion on the subject of flying broom sticks and obnoxious wizard hats is one engrained with deep scepticism. Perhaps this derives from a childhood afflicted with a cold reality served upfront.  Don’t get me wrong, I had the one eyed dolls with oversized heads and skimmed the pictured pages of Enid Blyton. But this never compensated for my unquenchable thirst for the real deal. My lack of interest in the popular KTV channel and cartoon skits was a prognosis all on its own . I was simply unimpressed by the delusion of the disney dimwits who could get ridden flat over by a moving vehicle and still stand to tell the tale, by just a shake of the head. Perhaps it was those buzzing birdies who would circle the injured characters that sparked my inexplicable intolerance today for the feathered species.

My thoughts on the matter, reach out to the innocent minors who have to bear the brunt of this blatant lie. They are obliviously nurtured into generations who are embezzled by a youth that offered an unsubstantiated promise of immortality.  The result? A misled multitude of gross invincibility thriving in a world of concentrated fantasy.

Albeit imagination is a healthy adoption and an aid of escapism, I believe it is the dosage that needs monitored administration. Cynical? Maybe. The cartoon reference above is merely a childish metaphor for the bigger picture. It is the levels at which the fantasy is applied in everyday life that is concerning. It creeps into the most basic of nuances; from personal perception to social integration. If one had to evaluate the deceptions that they have allowed themselves to entertain over the years, both consciously and subconsciously, the revelations would explain an unparalleled divorce from the truth.

We cannot be fooled by the power of suppression, as it is this human ability that falsely guides us. Unfortunately, the only way to avoid the soul searching realms of ignostic Buddhist retreats and monasteries is to continue living this way.  The fantasy has become the only reality we know, and any aversion would erupt the being into a state of disarray. This is why I have come to believe that there is fine line between fact and fantasy; a line that only a small population have the curiosity and capability to cross.