Living the dream or surviving the nightmare

A few days ago I heard the funniest thing.
' I have to go to the gym and work out as last night I dreamt that I gained 13 pounds!'. ( that is 5.9 kg in a 'human' measurement system)
OK, obviously, this is something a girl would say and yes, a girl said that. Now, that is not a big deal, we all heard before similar weight based tragedies coming from the beautiful ones.
What I found extremely interesting is how do we form, shape and distort our reality. Needless to say, the girl is an attractive girl and weight control should not be an issue for her.

Why do we let our fears and insecurities to govern our lifes, I wouldn't know.

It takes a 'bad' dream to send you to the gym. It takes day to day stress, a lot of ( surprisingly ) indolence and the inability to fix your own problems to send you jogging.
At the end of your 5-6-7-8-10 miles daily run, you get so tired you don't care about the nasty stinky stuff accumulating in your own life. And yes, it is so much easier to achieve temporary stress relief through your boddy than to get a mental release. I think that what we are really missing in this whole process is that, no matter how many ways you find to hide your problems, no matter how deep you hide your fears, they are going to surface and then, the damage is even greater.
If you end up living your own lies, don't be suprised when the reality knocks you down.

:: Why fixing a problem when you can pretend you don't have one.
:: Why conquering your fears when you can just pretend that you are doing the right thing.
:: Why using your brain when you can always use a predefined set of rules that would save you the trouble of thinking and, god forbid, be wrong about something.
:: Why admiting you were wrong once, when you can keep on being wrong and wrong and wrong just to be consistent with your own lie and be at peace with yourself.

Soon enough, your alternate reality becomes your reality, the bubble becomes perfect and self content as you become self sufficient.
Giving, sharing, caring... Who needs that when you can just pretend that you are doing it.
Image matters and it sels.

Well, it takes a lot to be human. We've kind of lost it. We have a pill for everything and an old answer for every new question.
We did not bring anything revolutionary into this world in the past 40-50 years. And there are so many of us now. Power in numbers? Probably in small numbers as billions doesn't seem to juice it up.

All this started with a sweet girl that had a bad dream. Ohhhhh, the humanity...

Well, cheers for now. Gotta get myself some dreams; I need reasons for tomorrow's schedule.