We see what we want to see.
We believe in what we want to believe.
The event is not so important as our ATTITUDE to this event.
We often confuse love with illusion. We do not love a person. We love only the image we have invented - and we see what is not. The very thought of facing the truth leads to trembling horror - and again, morning comes, and we again believe that tomorrow everything will be different. We expect that a person will really become what we "invented" him for ourselves.
But he doesn't know about it ... he doesn't need it at all. He lives, remaining himself ... And we continue to invent love for ourselves - beautiful and tender, vulnerable and trembling - but this is not love at all! You can't love a person you don't really even know ... or maybe you don't want to know.
THE TRUTH IS SCARY - BUT IT'S NOT SCARY WITH IT.
But it's stupid to love your fantasy, and also to suffer because of it ...
The day will surely come when the veil will fall from the eyes ... and then it can be excruciatingly painful.
Do not dream of princes from a distant kingdom ... they are next to you, walk the same streets, breathe the same air with you and rejoice at the dawn of the sun ... They are real, and they are all different - and among them there is definitely one that is intended for you ...