There's a fine line between love and a waste of time. A complete waste of time. And sometimes, the line is so fine, too fine, that you are not fully aware that you are actually threading on it.

Maybe it is the lack of insight, or maybe you are just in denial. Because deep down inside, you do know - but it is just easier given the circumstances, to just push it back to the back of your mind, and tell yourself to think positively. Isnt it ironic? Since when is it called being optimistic under such false pretense? Isn't it not better to accept the truth, to embrace what's real and to dismiss what's not? Yes, easier said than done, I know.

Mind is also a completely strange thing. The way mind works baffle me at times. Not anyone's perhaps, just mine. Trying to fill in gaps, be it facts or more often, with a stretch of imagination which ultimately evolve into something more of fantasy dreamlike phenomenon. And the mind actually believes that. Or maybe it just want to believe that. To hold on to the so called 'hope' or 'optimism'. The mis-led optimism.

Mis-led.

Very mis-led.

Yes. I should remember that. . .