In truth, it isn’t the Unreachable that drives us crazy. You don’t wake up one day and think I want a private island, then spend the rest of your days in misery. No, it is the gifts that are given freely before being violently reclaimed, which hurt the most. It is the seemingly perfect pictures, whose brightness suddenly faded, leaving you broken as you desperately strive to recreate an impression of flawlessness.

And this is why our defenses fail, this why we are prone to error, why we’re so easily affected by other people’s confessions and promises. You may be more than satisfied in your present situation, but if someone convinces you that you can have -and you deserve- much more, that you’re admired, special and needed…I hope you have the strength to simply walk away.

For if you fall into the trap, if you are forced to see what was so readily offered crumble the moment you reach out to touch it; or if you indeed manage to hold it for a single moment just to watch it explode in a million painful pieces, there’s no going back. You shall move around in circles, struggling to recover the untainted wholeness you once took for granted, whilst the screen behind your eyes will only play one, unbearably idealized, scene.