That one attachment means so much that we tend to forget the rest.
Real life and ideal life aren’t two worlds
But our attachment with the ideal life creates them as two worlds.
It’s not the ideal home or the ideal work
But the reality isn’t so bad that we lurk.
Maybe it’s not the perfect love life
But while imagining the perfect we create more strife.
Our aspirations and dreams aren’t wrong
But if we hold them too close we can’t be strong.
To achieve our ideal life we forget the real
And then the home doesn’t feel like home when it’s real.
Bridging the gap is not so touch
Just love these imperfections when the going is rough.
An ideal world can be valued when the real is felt
Happiness is valued when with pain we’ve dealt.