Δευτέρα, 20 Οκτωβρίου 2008

David Cook - Billie (Billy) Jean



the rock version...

Fiction and Reality




So here's the thing; as I was walking today home from the doctor's office I realized one thing; the reason I like to write and create characters and think about fantastic stories and watch fictional tales and all that has led me to come to realize that my single insignificant life is most of the times so grey that I like to fill it up with colours, laughter and passion. Full of exciting and interesting moments that don't usually occur in real life. I'm not suggesting that they don't happen ever but they usually don't happen every day. Maybe that's why they are so precious and so rare. But the thing is that; is it so bad to live through my fictional characters? To live what they live, to experience what they experience, to fall in love whenever they do, to get their hearts broken all the time, to get excited or cry whenever they do?! Is it really so bad to live a part of your life through fantasy, through stories and through characters which exist inside you and not around you?

I may be called a dreamer or someone who lives life full of illusions instead of a realist, but deep down I believe that reality and fantasy are interrelated somehow. You create the world you want to live in. And even if that world does not come true in your reality that doesn't mean it cannot come true thru either the written world or thru the visual world. Everyone loves to hear someone else's story and every one carries their own baggage, their own unique tale to tell. Everyone has a fantastical world they like to escape to, and this is mine.

I love creating characters. I love to listen to them talk, cry, laugh, kiss, make love, eat, dance, yell, be angry, hate, smash things, being bad or being naughty/bad. I like the fact that they live in me, therefore they hold a part of me; they are me. I like the fact that I can make them say whatever they want to say without any taboos or any censorship involved. But most of all I like the fact that thru them I get to enjoy my day. I get to laugh, cry, laugh, fall in love etc etc. I like the way they make me feel inside even if they are not real to the outside world. Because for me they are very much alive; flesh and bones, heart and mind. Full of life and soul, just like me. Only difference is I am the only one who can understand them totally and completely because to me are like my children, my own flesh and blood, my unique alter ego.

So is living thru someone else's life (fictional or not) so bad?....

I think not....

What do you think?
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