Unrealistic me!

We have been taught to believe that negative equals realistic and positive equals unrealistic.
`Susan Jeffers, best selling American Author

I can be a little impossible at times. At others I might be a dash doltish. I have even been dubbed unrealistic, which I genuinely think I am. See, it is plain as a pikestaff. You can’t be levelheaded all the time. 24 X 7. It does help -- at times -- to rap your fingers on a half-drunk cup of coffee and doodle in your head: God, why did you make this world so unjust? Why did you have to program some hormones asymmetrically? Why did you make hearts soft? You could have put in some odd, cold lump in there – with no feelings, right? And why can’t I hear this laughter – that appears so spontaneous – forever?

Ironically, unrealistic blokes never get straight, realistic answers. So… I reckon, in my wildest artistry, God might consider my importunity and care to utter: I did not make the world unjust; it is the people who made stupid norms and then ordained you to follow. I didn’t wire anyone differently because I hardly fiddle with my beloved creation. If people think the glass is half empty, they forget it is half-full, also. I made hearts soft so that people may love and thank me for the magnificent feeling that love always brings. And then God may add: when you listen to the silence of nature and the melody of music, the cracks of your fav laugh will touch your eardrums. Relax.

Fetter me if I sound unrealistic. What do you do when some voices crack like that of a kid's? If the rasp of some breaths, draws you so close that you can feel your pulses tense up. If some gazes appear more laidback than ambitious. If certain actions look more warm than studied. If some dreams are too good to be forgotten. If some archaic innocence in you tells you: Don’t explore, man, for you truly love only once! Am I unrealistic if I lie on my bed in complete silence and my mind wanders? It goes far away, feeling good about something, worrying, caring, missing, tarrying and loving. It is indeed hard, very hard to explain the exact rhyme of my poem.

I hope I could explain better? Alas! I can’t cos’ I am not too realistic.

Samy