The Line

There is a line. On one side sits fantasy and the illusion of all-encompassing joy and happiness. Everything works out at some point here, on this side of The Line. There is a certain predictability to life's happenings if one stays in the mind set that we can make everything work out if we try hard enough. The other side consists of realistic happenings. Aknowledgement of realities and the hardships we all must endure in our time on this small planet. Aknowledgement of the realities of life and what kinds of things one must have in order to be happy and aknowledement of other things that just won't work. The Line seems like it would be one of definate character, however The Line is very elusive. One person will tell you that it starts over here, the next will tell you that it starts over there. There is no consistancy to its placement because of the fact of what The Line divides. The Line divides two ways of looking at the world: one of hopeful, optimistic, and borderline emotional thinking that would be applicable only in the lands of fairytales, and the other of realistic, logical, and reason-based thinking that is applicable to today's business and social structures. I can't begin to count the number of times I was told that I was giving up/gave up/or "just stopped trying"... to those people who told me these things, they were always on the other side of The Line. It almost seemed as if they were expecting me to try and see things in that sunny, happy hue that coats their side of The Line. However, I always felt justified in that I was not giving up, but more accepting reality... accepting the reality of what kinds of things I could and could not handle at the time. Why would analyses of a situation and finding it to be incompatible with ones needs be considered giving up? I guess it all goes back to The Line.