There is something strange about standing below a monument for the first time. The way a feeling of amazement and awe fills you, but simultaneously one of disbelief and almost something akin to disappointment. Perhaps it is the change from abstract to the reality that creates this feeling, after all when something is abstract, it is almost unimaginable, as if it could never exist in this world. The sudden transfer to reality is quite jarring. the illusion of unattainable perfection is lost, as you gaze upon the thing only spoken of in stories.
Perhaps it is this distinction that makes a different lifestyle from your own sound like heaven. if you could just quit your job and move away, create a home for yourself to live in, you could be happy for the rest of your days. Of course, reality will never feel as good as an idea. But one cannot live in an abstract. No matter how perfect everything is, it will feel mediocre in time. your beautiful fantasy will turn to a dusty painting on a wall, never truly appreciated as much as when it first arrived.
No matter how outlandish the situation, your brain will eventually make it into a home. Eventually, you may start to romanticize your old life, as it turns into a dream once more in place of the dream you turned real. Time will forever march forward, as dreams turn real and reality fades into dreams. A fantisy land will always disipoint, but without these dreams you would be lost, as it is both a blessing and a curse, almost a trade of power, like a monarce giving up the throne. Much like old painting can always be cleaned, an old way of life can be seen anew again. An abstract can always be dreamt of, but reality is fleeting, and one day, you may come to miss that old painting on the wall.