Fatamorgana

Fatamorgana
(Is it time to wake up?)

Isn't it strange how life throws you a curveball each time when you think that things are on the upswing? I know that most of my entries lately have been about upbeat things, about the need to look on the bright side, and rah-rah of the need to move on.

I was quite surprised by the number of people who read the my blog. (er...would it help if I ask those who do just to tag me so that I know who reads? It will save me from 'violent suprises'). Anyway, one reader, who obviously know me, decided to drop me this sms.
"You are so naive. You think people would believe you? Life "*****". You "*****". Get real!"

Whoa! That was a low blow.
Of course the first reaction would be to call back immediately the unknown number that was left on the phone. I hesitated. What if the person decides to unload more colourful opinions on me? Cowardly, I let it be. After all, when one writes one's thoughts in such a public domain, one becomes fair game to such comments.

It hurts. (to exaggerate...I would say that it felt like I was mortally wounded). Ironically, it also serves as a reality check. I mulled over the message.

Fata morgana:...the mirage, the illusions, the pipe dream...the castles in the air.
Really? Is that the kinds of message that I have been sending across? Have I been so delusional as to spend my whole time chasing rainbows and leprechauns? Am I really an airy-fairy fluff?

No...
That is not my stand.
I have always believed in the power of a strong, focused dream ... the desire to achieve something that will propel us forward. I remember how I must put my feet on the ground, while looking up to the stars.

There will always be the cynics, the die-hard realists, the ones who simply refuse to have the belief that there is still good in the world. I cannot change them. I will not even try.

Let me be the pragmatic dreamer. I take on the serious responsibilities of my life, and sustain it with the dreams I have in my heart and head. I survive.

I am at peace.