Friend+Enemy

Dear my friend and enemy combined, reality,

 

            You really annoy me. Most of the time I just want to punch you in your real face. Whenever I want something to happen or not happen, you get in my way. You turn my dreams into gas and your little friend Physics makes them float away. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have work, to make money, to do anything that I don’t want to and I’d still end up in the same place that I want to get to. If you weren’t here, my imagination would matter and I could live however I wanted to. You negatively affect everything I do, even things that aren’t even real. In Call of Duty, for example. Without you, I could just shoot once and I could make the bullet instantly hit my target through walls, through physics, through coding, through reality. I can’t so any of those, not in the virtual or the real world, so it sucks and you’re the reason.

            Even though you constantly get on my bad side, I have to like you, to live with you. You’re the reason I was born, created, and why I’m alive and breathing. You’re the reason everything can be and is here. You’re the reason I can get up in the morning (which you created), take a breath of oxygen (which you made), and think about everything. You’re everything and if you weren’t here, nothing could happen; there would be nothing, not even the concept of anything. The only thing that would be here, however, would be the unreal, the imagination. They would be the only things here. Imagination would be real and reality would become the imagination. Since that is not the case, however, I like having you around. Regardless if I like you or not, though, you’re here and I’m not in any position to change or alter that or you, respectively.