JUST WRITE

Once I was romantic, once I believed in fairy tales, once was a long time ago. Now all I can hope for is tomorrow and even that cant be promised. It's not hopeless it's being realistic pragmatic is the word. At some point we all put down our childish daydreams and wake to the realities of life. The neverending cycle. Our existence only a blip in the stream of things. To work to play to love to cry to eat to poop to die. Not necessarily in that order.
Inhale the good ,exhale the bad . On the cusp of tears and still you smile putting on mask after mask so that your fellow man doesn't feel uncomfortable. So they wont know your embarrassments. In the end we are all just in our own little rocket ships hurtling through space just trying to make it out alive. Do you ever truly know your fellow man? Even in the depths of a relationship how can you be sure of their feelings? their thoughts? They are their own person, you will never truly be one. These are all parts those fair tales, conveniently left out they always end with and they lived happily ever after. As an adult you can see they probably didn't Cinderella  was probably cheated on by Prince Charming I mean what man goes touching other girls feet and picks them based on shoes size a shallow man. (Dont blame me for picking a date by looking at you shoe size guys) And talk about the PTSD she probably suffered from years of emotional abuse from her stepmother and sisters. Relationships take a level of trust that is hard to grasp and even harder to work for. The theory for me on why we have so many divorces is everyone's so busy hiding their true self so busy running from problems, demons, creditors you name it we run from it that we no longer remember how to remove our masks and be joyful peaceful content . We no longer know ourselves we are so emersed in technology, choices, fame and the rat race. We dont know who we are because although we are ever changing our inner self always remains. So we cant enter into a relationship and be a working part of a relationship if we have any of these problems because it would be like building a house on a sand it will eventually erode away and bye-bye house.
The argument live for the moment comes to mind maybe that's the answer to it all dont think just do kind of mentality. But then again how do you gain any sense of self with that. 
So as I slip my mask back on and slip back in to society I hope that Prince Charming can some day get his head out of his ass and I can get mine out of the clouds and we can get on with life.