What if everyone is fighting reality and to cope in the constant war we find ourselves in movies, stories, poems and places that aren’t even real. To what end does it all make sense. For if we base all things on reality, is their any hope to find in the sadness of the next day. Is there any comfort in that facts are black and white and will never change. I ask you all to think of the Life you have lived. Some say that life, is just a really long race. And that only once we have crossed, have we then figured Life out. However, I call them all on their bluff. For how do we know when we have crossed. What if the questions is just that of Life isn’t a race, but many paths. Time upon time, have I looked up, and whispered a silent cry for help. Because to ask it among those I call friends, only falls on faces turned and deaf ears. For they also do not know the answer, but rather to admit the simple truth, that perhaps there isn’t an answer, that perhaps life is just life and can’t be placed in a metaphor, they turn away from shame and embarrassment. A constant fight. For in one second of our lives we are laughing and then next we are fighting, what difference does it make?