"The Truth Hurts"

Reminiscing the various stories I truly believed when a child, I recalled too the very moments when I realised they were not exactly true. I began to wonder then why people repeatedly claim the "truth hurts". I felt no meaningful or intellectual interpretation being produced, by whatever it is that produces the inspirational compositions I often jot down; at least none which much differs from what has already been preached: I found no use then, in my adding to it.
However, I realised, and not for the first time, that it is perhaps Reality which brings sorrow to our minds and souls. 'Truth', in my eyes, is merely a means of bringing us back to this reality many of us fear, and it is in fact reality itself that we are afraid of. Don't we feel free and happy in our own, self-fabricated world in our minds? Oh it is happy indeed, for it has no limits. There are countless things I could write about this 'little' imagined world of ours-little world, they call it, and i sincerely wonder why; immensely large in my opinion, little is the world our bodies live in. Countless things I could repeat too, since countless things have been said and written about it. I find it again pointless to give my opinion, I can do no more than agree with it, specially at this time of hour. But what I will say is that it bothers me the fact I again and again see people letting go of this immense world full of opportunity, as if it was too heavy to carry along with the 'real' world. I'd compare the two, if I may, to a feather and a bird: a bird is heavy, yet it flies, flight feathers helps it rise guide and hold, without them it would not. Our world, our life needs those feathers to helps us get by, and the more of them the bigger the ease, these feathers, are our dreams, our dreams in that 'little' gigantic never-ending world our unbounded minds can emerge. I have not yet decided whether I should believe fearing reality is common or right; this dreamy state many of us enjoy will never become our main, and despite our knowledge of this, we can't help but hope. This is perhaps why we find truths to affect us, it slowly brings us back to the often seen as cruel, World. It tries stubbornly to remind us of it, to wake us, and faces us, with a cold blank look full of emotion...