down to earth, to stop being naïve. To be realistic, we tell one another by
our tone, is to abandon fun, and even hope. Be realistic is a shorthand for
life is hard. Or at least that’s how I’ve heard it.
like the last thing I’d ever want to be.
If to be realistic is to subsume ambition and desire underneath the sodden
blanket of eeking out a life, then screw realism. If to be realistic is to hear
that “real life” is something sharp and bruising, then it’s no wonder people
including myself have avoided the reality of life. Better to have eyes in the
sky and accidentally fall into pits, than to look down, and know that all of
life is littered with pits.
Realism gets a bad rap. Realism seems to sound like what Peter
Pan was actively eschewing with his Lost Boys. But, there’s a reason they were
lost: they weren’t looking at the ground either.
and the stigma of reality?
pits in which to bust an elbow, break a leg, and sink despairingly like a zebra in quicksand.
our own–if we are in realism, we can recognize the tools we have around us to
get out of the pit.
then they’re also focused toward opportunity. I can’t see the stepping stones
through the swamp if I’m looking at the trees.
are based solely in the fantasy of metaphor!)
animal shapes out of clouds. But realism gets you to the solid ground that
enables you to look up and do so.