'if you could choose, perhaps...'

would you really prefer living in a world of your own, all your life? a world where everything came true and everything you wished for would turn real in an instant, and everything around you was made up just to your preferences. and yet, also knowing that everything around you wasn't exactly real and never getting a taste of the real world, or reality. never getting to know what living really is like.

or would you rather prefer living in a life where everything around you was so real, too real? where you'd have to face failure or disappointments everyday. a life like we're all living in now. where you just wish that you could just, for once, have your wishes come true. in a world where things you wish only come true when you lay your head down on a pillow a fall into a deep soundless sleep. but would have to face the reality of losing sooner or later.

which would you prefer? living in paradise, a lie or living in hell, having to face shit everyday, reality?

i've been thinking about it and i couldn't come up with an answer for myself. they both sound beautiful and yet so threatening. the idea of the first situation's so unreal, but yet so tempting, so attractive. something so wonderful and amazing, something that we can't help but wish for at times, but yet so threatening and scary at the same time.

the other is something we face everyday. day in, day out. something we whine over, something we dread. something we so often wish to be different. but yet, if it were different, would it really be all that great?