Why is it that the person that dreams of the most romantic dreams, the love only told in fairy tales, is called a HOPELESS romantic? To me I'd call such high hopes to resonate from a very HOPEFUL dreamer, wouldn't you? Perhaps we call it hopeless because the dream is a farce, a faulty promise made to us by fairy tales and novels that is completely unrealistic. Give up, settle for less, isn't that what the world says to us? Flaunting those hopeless dreams before our eyes and then laughing at us and condemning us, saying they will never come to be. To see the dream, but to never touch, the cruelty of the world. Well, I say enough.
I'm still young, but my mind sometimes wanders to the future that so swiftly rides towards me. In all honesty, I'm not in love with a girl right now, I'm in love with an ideal. That hopeless dream that world dangled in front of my face, well I bit into it like a fish on a hook. It twas a sad day when they reeled me in and laughed at me, another mudsucker dreaming of a better day, now I'm nothing more than lunch for the norms of society. Society laughs at the fools such as I. I am their feast, the poor buffoon that will never amount to anything because of my delusions, I'm just another brick they lay as the foundation while those of the world build their society upon my leaden back. A fish, a brick, a fool, there is nothing expected of me. I'll live my life hoping for a dream that will never come and will long be forgotten. That's what they believe anyways.
You see, I'm not so much a fish flopping around hoping to meet some miracle of life and live a dream, free of all cares and lost in the delusional world. No, rather I've spent my days engaging with society and learning all of its rules and expectations, learning how to twist them to my favor. I'm not sitting here plotting to twist the world to my favor, but rather learning how to realize what the world calls a hopeless dream and turn it into a reality. It's a long shot, and a lonely road, not many care to support the dreams of a hopeful romantic, but even if I can't corrupt a few individuals to see my dream, it doesn't mean I can't make it happen.
There is going to be a day when I finally meet a girl that I love and get swept into the wondrous (even if the world might call it frightening) bond of marriage. My dream is that I'll never allow myself to slide into the idleness of complacency, but rather I hope to wake each morning and remind myself each day why it was her that I chose, and I'll strive each day to remind her why it was she I fell in love with as well. I hope to absolutely corrupt my children with my dream in every way imaginable. I hope I treat my wife so wonderfully that any daughter of mine will be disgusted at the vile commonness that men treat women nowadays, and will turn any guy away who isn't willing to treat her as the princess she'll know that she is. I hope any son of mine will see how well my spouse and I get along that he'll be as I was, a friend to women rather than one who hopes to dominate them. It's a lonely road, but I hope to be a good enough example that he'll keep with it to the very end. Hopefully he'll inherit my stubborn nature.
This is my pledge: I'm going to realize the dream. I'm going to be that guy that they only portrayed in fairy tales, the one that people have only dreamt about but believed to never to be real. I'm going to be the guy society will say can never exist for he cannot thrive in this world, but I'm going to. Despite riches or poverty, there will be wealth in my life, and hope in my heart. My gratitude to those that have "corrupted" me and twisted my views of life into unrealistic proportions. I've seen your dream, and I hope your hearts will rest comfortably to see it finally realized. This is the pledge of a hopeful romantic. I have seen the dream, and I shall never surrender it.
I'm still young, but my mind sometimes wanders to the future that so swiftly rides towards me. In all honesty, I'm not in love with a girl right now, I'm in love with an ideal. That hopeless dream that world dangled in front of my face, well I bit into it like a fish on a hook. It twas a sad day when they reeled me in and laughed at me, another mudsucker dreaming of a better day, now I'm nothing more than lunch for the norms of society. Society laughs at the fools such as I. I am their feast, the poor buffoon that will never amount to anything because of my delusions, I'm just another brick they lay as the foundation while those of the world build their society upon my leaden back. A fish, a brick, a fool, there is nothing expected of me. I'll live my life hoping for a dream that will never come and will long be forgotten. That's what they believe anyways.
You see, I'm not so much a fish flopping around hoping to meet some miracle of life and live a dream, free of all cares and lost in the delusional world. No, rather I've spent my days engaging with society and learning all of its rules and expectations, learning how to twist them to my favor. I'm not sitting here plotting to twist the world to my favor, but rather learning how to realize what the world calls a hopeless dream and turn it into a reality. It's a long shot, and a lonely road, not many care to support the dreams of a hopeful romantic, but even if I can't corrupt a few individuals to see my dream, it doesn't mean I can't make it happen.
There is going to be a day when I finally meet a girl that I love and get swept into the wondrous (even if the world might call it frightening) bond of marriage. My dream is that I'll never allow myself to slide into the idleness of complacency, but rather I hope to wake each morning and remind myself each day why it was her that I chose, and I'll strive each day to remind her why it was she I fell in love with as well. I hope to absolutely corrupt my children with my dream in every way imaginable. I hope I treat my wife so wonderfully that any daughter of mine will be disgusted at the vile commonness that men treat women nowadays, and will turn any guy away who isn't willing to treat her as the princess she'll know that she is. I hope any son of mine will see how well my spouse and I get along that he'll be as I was, a friend to women rather than one who hopes to dominate them. It's a lonely road, but I hope to be a good enough example that he'll keep with it to the very end. Hopefully he'll inherit my stubborn nature.
This is my pledge: I'm going to realize the dream. I'm going to be that guy that they only portrayed in fairy tales, the one that people have only dreamt about but believed to never to be real. I'm going to be the guy society will say can never exist for he cannot thrive in this world, but I'm going to. Despite riches or poverty, there will be wealth in my life, and hope in my heart. My gratitude to those that have "corrupted" me and twisted my views of life into unrealistic proportions. I've seen your dream, and I hope your hearts will rest comfortably to see it finally realized. This is the pledge of a hopeful romantic. I have seen the dream, and I shall never surrender it.
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