Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we`re wired that way. Because without it, I don`t know; maybe we just wouldn`t feel real. What`s that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.
Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn`t change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It`s not just a river in Egypt, it`s a freakin` ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?