frustration paradise.
Dear Katy;
Here’s something that touched me:
I don’t even know why I do it… why I read those fucking reviews just to know about some lucky bastards that got onstage with him and realized every single dream that I HAVE. There’s people out there living MY LIFE and doin’ everything I wanna do while I’m stuck in this land like a castaway stranded in a desert island.
I’d kill and steal and throw rocks at Jesus’ cross to give him a kiss or, uh, lick his freaking face like that bitch did. The jealousy will kill me, soon. I’m gonna die a little every single concert night waiting for someone to share their wonderful experiences in Greendayland. I still don’t know the reason I do it, it’s like burning my heart, it’s FUCKING MASOCHISM. I don’t enjoy this kinda pain. WHY, GOD? WHY? If you’re really up there… give me a freaking answer.
oh, look at me. I’m such a failure. I’m going through life just to spend a couple minutes beside a person, knowing I would never mean anything to him. How wonderful. time to feel extremely sorry for myself…
The person who wrote this I have never seen her, nor heard her voice, but somehow I feel like I know her, for we share the same feelings. She helped me making one of my biggest dreams come true, meeting you, and it breaks my heart to think that I can’t help her make one of hers come true…
“Furstration Paradise”… we’ve all been there. Us. Artists. Us, lovers… it’s part of life… to seek the highest star , and to always want more, more , and more! And now, quoting: “WHY?”- that is the question we all want to know the answer to…What do we hear from other people? “You are wasting your youth. Get down to earth stick to the reality.” - Oh but fantasy, it is SO much better…So what? Let us dream! As long as we can dream we’re happy. And you know what happens to dreams? Real dreams? Dreams you dream, not every night, but every day, every hour, every second? They come true. They do come true. They will be real. What happens to those who do not dream? Oh, they certainly are much more reasonable people, playing safe… And they will be happy with their reality. Or will they not?
And jealousy….. oh jealousy, it drives us MAD! You feel powerless about it, it is pure furstration! What is it that they have that we don’t have? Why can’t we be them? Even if just for that brief moment… Why, why, why, why???? So many questions! And WHY doesn’t anybody understand us?
The turth is, there isn’t an answet to those questions. But one thing we should all keep in mind:
We are together. Us who dream, us who love, us who aspire the unreachable. We will never be alone… And if we never stop dreaming, if we never stop loving, our dreams will become that reality that they want us to be in.
Ra, never stop dreaming. And remember, you are not nor will ever be alone.
Yours truly,
Rita
