Someone once asked me to think about whether I actually liked the people who supposedly liked me. It was one of the most insightful questions I'd ever heard; it felt like being shot, but also being grazed rather than injured. Back then, I somehow dodged pondering its implied veracity. Nowadays, its becoming difficult to avoid answering it.
The thing about having a beautiful dream is that you wake up... and reality is way more harsh, dull and lacking.
Song for the moment: 17 - Jethro Tull