I have learned to break false dreams and build true ones

Our dreams are broken, our delusions are shattered and we are resentful. We are devastated that what we thought was real is not real, that a meaning, a thought, a delusion we attributed to someone does not hold the magic.

So you disappointed me,

Instead of seeing you, I developed another dream of your existence and you didn't fulfill it!

It means I didn't see you as you were, I couldn't see you, I didn't or couldn't accept you and I put you in a form that I could accept, but you didn't accept it, you didn't play this game with me.

It means you showed me the truth when I was not ready for it.

That's why disappointment is good. It's good when reality replaces broken pipe dreams. We owe a debt of gratitude to those who broke our dreams, because they made us face the reality we wanted to escape.

And thanks to those who say, "You disappointed me!

Because that is where you "choose yourself" and not the wishes, dreams and expectations of others.

Good or bad, but the truth. Our own truth.

Someone's close friend, someone's favorite, someone's trusted and entrusted with everything. Either the other person or we don't want to carry this burden and somewhere we let go of that bubble of illusion, it breaks and shatters.

Sometimes we want to be fooled, both by the other and by what we want to be.

Disappointment is the moment we move away from deception.

It doesn't mean not to dream, it means to always know that we are dreaming and to watch the power of the spell we cast. It means always seeing the thin line between what is and what is thought to be and claiming our truth.

That's why it's good to shatter glass dreams in the wrong habitats. In this way, we learn to build our dream balloons in our own habitat, to protect them and not to get so caught up in them that we forget the truth...

On this path that we walk step by step from delusion to reality, the states that we attribute romantic meanings to and get carried away by this romanticism and get away from our existence are our innocent drugs. Both legal and general, the danger of which we realize when we run out of time...

Self-breakdowns are the most beautiful because they are the harbingers of our awakenings.