Why "The Mirage"?
We want love. So. Bad. We need it to survive.
I see it like in a desert. So desperate for water. We see a fountain in the horizon.
We run to it. It looks so perfect and beautiful. It’s exactly what we wished for.
But the closer we get, the more blurry it gets. And when we try to touch it, it’s gone.
That’s how I experience love.
Like a mirage.
The moment I think it’s real, it disappears without logical explanations.
But it was there a second ago, in front of me.
At least I try to convince myself that it was.
Because now that it’s gone, does that means that it never existed?
Was it all in my head?
I realized that I always needed a mirage in my head. Like sugar in my tea.
It grows each day a little bit more until the point where it controls my thoughts and makes me believe that it’s the best thing in the world.
Yes, I’m a believer. And each time I fall into the illusion.
But like Michel Legrand said: “L’illusion de l’amour n’est pas l’amour trouvé » *.
I wish one day, my next mirage is not gonna be a mirage, it’s gonna stay.
Until then, let me tell you some of my mirage stories.
Some of them were so fast, it lasted the time of a dance. Some of them became ugly. But one of them was so real that he made himself disappear. Because it’s easier to be fake nowadays, and it was just too hard to be that real, and that beautiful.
We all saw a mirage once in our lives. Maybe we ARE the mirage of someone else.
So pay attention:
Stay a little bit longer, be real, be true.