This way to the stars

The need to escape

Sometimes I wish I could bury myself and never come out of one of those fantasy books or sci-fi movies that I love so much. Call it escapism if you will (and you'd probably be right), but I am sick of having to face stark, banal, and utterly unescapable realities.

We've always been told - either by those awful sugary self-help books or inspirational stories of famous icons and mavericks - that we can go as far as our imagination takes us. That reality can be bent and shaped to your will if you're strong enough. But more often than not reality has boundaries as immutable as a brick wall; make what you will of the space between, but it is so hard to move beyond.

I've once read that life is like a sonnet - we are given a definite set of rules, meters, and guidelines that define the elements of a sonnet, but we are given the freedom to say whatever we want as long as we comply with them. Hang sonnets and give me a free-form poem any day. In fact, hang poems altogether; I couldn't be happier if life was a blob of neon-colored play-doh in my hand.

posted by steph @ 2:08 AM