The world is seldom what I wish it was, but maybe that is a good thing.
If there really were fairy godmothers out granting wishes and my favorite actor had nothing better to do than text with me, it would be a whole different place.
The novelty of those things would quickly dissipate into everyday expectations.
I am learning to keep my real world and my dream world separated, to keep my expectations in the real world and allow my fantasy life full reign only in my imagination.
I don't have to own someone to care for them and I don't even have to be with them to love them. I love my grandchildren and they live halfway across the country.
So I can experience the wonder of love from afar and the joy of caring is much less arduous if it is only words on a page and not hand and foot serving. It may not be quite as tactically satisfying, but I can learn to live with that.
There are people whose lives are devoid of love altogether . That I could not live with.
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