Imagine

Lying here in bed, I have a lot of time to think about things. Often times my thoughts lead to daydreams or just plain old regular ones. Sometimes I like to get away from reality by imagining what life would be like, if this happened, or if I didn't do that. I realize it is a wasted effort but at the same time provides me with an escape... Not that I'm sad or anything but sometimes living in a fantasy world is so much better... but why can't reality be as good as fantasy? I think it can be.. it just might not always be that way... more often than not... *horrible analogy coming up* you need to read a bunch of bad books before you can read a single good book. I've been reading a lot of books, when will I find the one that has a good ending? Hopefully the next book I read... Will I choose the book or will the book choose me? Life's funny like that.. we think we have choice but... do we? I don't know...