Ideals

An ultimate standard of perfection.

Is it possible to assign such a standard of perfection to someone, that we can no longer see them for who they are in reality? Their faults, their flaws,   all becoming hidden behind the image we've set up to shield us from the truth.

And what happens when that standard fails, and our eyes are opened to all that we've worked so hard to evade?

In that moment, when my world is crushed by the humbling reality that he isn't who I thought he was, I have to ask myself: is it my fault or his that my image of him has changed?

It's been said that "when you know more, you do better". Sometimes I wonder whether or not that is really true. But I can't argue with experience. Life only hands out truth; you and I can perceive it through whatever lens we choose.

Everyone has ideals of something; of themselves, their family, life in general, love. Sometimes what we think should be is so far from what ever really will be, that disappointment becomes our ever increasing expectation. Sadness looms in that reality. Today, I am choosing not to live there.

So if you're calling me a realist, I say thank you. I love, I experience, I know things as they are; and my life is overflowing. It's a new kind of happiness that I never comprehended before. Suddenly, everything I've dreamed of is here.