1410: Three Kerijju Knights

There are fantasies, then there are realities.

We would like to believe that things can be perfect. The ends of fairy tales make us think so, make us think that every story has a chance to land on a plateau. You know, I am sure that it isn't so easy. Stories in real life don't really end, only instead they continue & they undulate. There are cool weeks and Bad weeks, really bad months and really good Years and all that stuff. Only I guess it's wrong to believe that Life will suddenly get perfect . . .

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I had an idea.

An idea about an ending to a story in my life. I thought, 'Maybe it will end this way, with Thing A and Thing X and Thing B lined up in the right way; That will be the end, basically, because then everything will be, more or less, Right.' I pictured things in that Way. and I guess it's best to admit that it's a fantasy, that my life won't really go that way. Not perfect. Not while I am on earth. Because life just isn't quite like that;

Then I got a sniff. Just a little sample;
An idea of what it would be like, the smallest, SMALLEST sample;
if Thing A and Thing X and Thing B really Were lined up,
just the smallest smallest smallest sample, you understand

and the world lit up like a candle.
I saw somebody I knew, saw them while I was working. They were so different in my mind, so completely different because of how life was going. Suddenly I knew them better, and suddenly I understood them more, and I felt like we were part of the same game even if we don't know each other well at all. Never before had I felt so close to them, because before, they were just a picture. And now. Well. They were real.

. . . can that kind of thing last?
Would the candle go out, I wonder. I bet it's good to say, 'Probably.' I'll say again, fantasies aren't real. The fairytale style of life isn't famous for being practical. And yes probably that candle can go out. . .

Only it's just so strange. Hardly anything had changed. Just a little bit, loves, just the smallest, Smallest, Tiniest adjustment in the playing field. And a new light was everywhere. What happens if my idea were to arrive full blast? What then, I wonder. The candle can go out, yes, only a part of me says, there may be enough fuel in such a huge candle to light up a person for a lifetime.

'We'll see'
Or at least I really, really hope so