When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be practical is madness. To surrender dreams—this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness—and the maddest of all: to see life as it is and not as it should be.
It’s funny how much this lines up with the book I’m currently writing. It’s a book about a young man under pressure to give up his dream and embrace someone else’s reality. I think Cervantes nailed it. To look at this life as it is, to look at this world as it is, without the desire to make it better is the epitome of madness.
What do you think?
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