Only fools persuade themselves into believing something untrue, while outside the boundaries of the well-known placebo effect. Thinking yourself cured, when ill, for example is something I bear no dislike for. But believing something blindly, just because I want to, is foolish and thus - I must confess - I am a fool.
I am a fool for I like to think that I can expect great deeds and exceptionally outstanding performance from people I find attractive. In my mind, all the beautiful people that catch my attention are perfect and well thought in all fields. I'm certain they have many talents or one really great one at the least. Beautiful people can surely sing and dance or play music instruments. They are surely interesting writers, poets or artists. They are always well-mannered and prudent...
But In reality only a handful are like that...
Silly me, seeing grand perfection where I want to...
...and growing envious in the process...
...even if all that perfection was made up by myself.
There are many things I haven't done for a while now. Several of them cross my mind from time to time but time in particular is what I lack, and this prevents me from doing what I desire.
When did I last attend a ball? More than a year ago maybe... When did I last paint a picture? Some time ago, for a ballerina... When was the last time I had a performance somewhere with the flute or the piano? Months from now in a theater...
But why is it that flies like to land on mirrors?
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