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Fantasy is implicitly fiction that is more fantastic than reality.
Whether the world this label is applied to is grander, more beautiful, more exciting or even more horrifying than reality, it's always something more, something greater, an idealized version of reality for it is neigh impossible to create fiction that does not have some basis in reality.
Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, the reality of it (that adults treat children to presents and joyful traditions to teach the importance of community and family) is not a bad reality, it's actually a good thing, something to be proud of, but the reality of it can never be as magical as the fantasy.
The problem is we live in a world where the fantasy has never been more real, we have become very good at coming up with ever more incredible and vivid fantasies and we use technology and showmanship to bring them to life, and although that's undeniably fun I fear we risk becoming lost in the fantasy. So caught up in trying to experience the ideal that we lose appreciation for what's real, and consequently end up chasing things that used to make us happy and yet find them unsatisfying, like a drug addict forever chasing that first high.
Except it's not the growing tolerance of a drug that's robbing us of our enjoyment, rather its the separation of the ideal from the real, a fantasy may be implicitly more fantastic than reality but there is no substitute for reality.
Consider if you won the lottery and all of a sudden you were incredibly wealthy, sure you would be overwhelmed with joy, and yet it's not uncommon for very wealthy people to also be very lonely and unhappy, their wealth makes it difficult to have real interactions with people, everything becomes transactional and they can never be sure whether their friends are actually their friends or merely pretending to be so for ulterior motives. Those expensive toys that used to bring you such joy begin to lose their appeal, so you buy the latest one, a better one, you have it gilded in gold, and yet the harder you try the less joy there is to be had, what fun is a toy if you have nobody to play with? Why did you want it in the first place?
What do you really want?
Society has changed, technology has changed, but people are still the same as they've always been, evolution takes millions of years and even the oldest civilizations are only a few thousand years old, so even if you went as far back as the days when people lived in caves and high technology was knowing how to start a fire, they weren't really different to people today.
Do you think they were happy? Do you think they were capable of being happy?
Surely not, they don't have all the fancy things that we are utterly convinced we need to make ourselves happy, how could they possibly be happy with none of these fancy toys to entertain them?
Truth is they were happy, arguably happier than we are today, because their minds weren't so caught up in fantasies that they couldn't appreciate the good in their reality and consequently weren't distracted from the things that actually matter if one wishes to be happy.
Whether the world this label is applied to is grander, more beautiful, more exciting or even more horrifying than reality, it's always something more, something greater, an idealized version of reality for it is neigh impossible to create fiction that does not have some basis in reality.
Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, the reality of it (that adults treat children to presents and joyful traditions to teach the importance of community and family) is not a bad reality, it's actually a good thing, something to be proud of, but the reality of it can never be as magical as the fantasy.
The problem is we live in a world where the fantasy has never been more real, we have become very good at coming up with ever more incredible and vivid fantasies and we use technology and showmanship to bring them to life, and although that's undeniably fun I fear we risk becoming lost in the fantasy. So caught up in trying to experience the ideal that we lose appreciation for what's real, and consequently end up chasing things that used to make us happy and yet find them unsatisfying, like a drug addict forever chasing that first high.
Except it's not the growing tolerance of a drug that's robbing us of our enjoyment, rather its the separation of the ideal from the real, a fantasy may be implicitly more fantastic than reality but there is no substitute for reality.
Consider if you won the lottery and all of a sudden you were incredibly wealthy, sure you would be overwhelmed with joy, and yet it's not uncommon for very wealthy people to also be very lonely and unhappy, their wealth makes it difficult to have real interactions with people, everything becomes transactional and they can never be sure whether their friends are actually their friends or merely pretending to be so for ulterior motives. Those expensive toys that used to bring you such joy begin to lose their appeal, so you buy the latest one, a better one, you have it gilded in gold, and yet the harder you try the less joy there is to be had, what fun is a toy if you have nobody to play with? Why did you want it in the first place?
What do you really want?
Society has changed, technology has changed, but people are still the same as they've always been, evolution takes millions of years and even the oldest civilizations are only a few thousand years old, so even if you went as far back as the days when people lived in caves and high technology was knowing how to start a fire, they weren't really different to people today.
Do you think they were happy? Do you think they were capable of being happy?
Surely not, they don't have all the fancy things that we are utterly convinced we need to make ourselves happy, how could they possibly be happy with none of these fancy toys to entertain them?
Truth is they were happy, arguably happier than we are today, because their minds weren't so caught up in fantasies that they couldn't appreciate the good in their reality and consequently weren't distracted from the things that actually matter if one wishes to be happy.