My advice to everyone is this: Never hinge your hopes or expectations on an anecdotal singularity or a short series of them. A single instance can mean nothing. Even several instances can fall short of what we can consider as true.
There are flukes in human behavior that are neither measurable nor contained by reason, logic or faith. They are simply abberations in the universal scheme of things. For indeed, we are creatures of habit and any deviation from these habits are not who we are but what we do under the most irregular of circumstances.
This thing we call romanticism is our curse as a human race, fueled by the noxious gases of art and literature. It makes us attracted to chaos -- something that impels us to stick our necks out of our shells, only to lay them softly on the chopping block.
Reality is something we all want to escape from. The human mind can wander to any place without any restriction other than experience. We can revisit our past and explore our future with ease. But none of these can truly emancipate us from the prisons of our own flesh, which carries with it all our limitations and shortcomings. We take ridiculous risks every single day just by leaving our homes. We expose ourselves for all that we are and all that we can never be... and this is always a terrifying prospect for any of us.
The great Ryan J. Roset would sum all these up in one word: "Olats!"
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