Hold that thought. It just might topple your mind palace. Mind you, when your worst enemy wants instant gratification, Stop there, then think twice (this time, using your brain). You can't always have what It wants. Relish your reveries, write poetry out of it (but don't rush it). Try living it and you might never 'reverie' again. Stay in control of your worst enemy. Your actual life is just a small window between Your gaining control over It and then loosing It at the end. Reveries are like curtains, Thin curtains that'll let you see the Outside in a shadowy hue. Still there is that fear of the unknown. But that moment the door opens, and the Outside attains vividness, Your worst enemy is set loose. You are now in constant struggle just to contain It. Believe me, all the vessels in the world wouldn't suffice. Great men have tried, Known are the stories of failure, unknown are those who won. Still there is that question of pleasure, ...
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