What do you feel when you've reached some place you always wanted. Thought out your every move, planned every detail, lived a dream, and finally you have it in your hand?
The answer to the question is the title. Disillusionment.
And then… you see it.
Sans glory. Deprived of its grandeur. Stripped of its charm. You see it.
The anticipation and anxiety finally dead. You see the ugly naked baby in your arms.
Without the blue ribbon, without the grand nothings, you see it.
The real deal. The ultimate truth. Raw life.
Call it what you must, but I say it's ugly. Nothing like the promises of those fantasies.
A whole new thing to come to terms with.
What was life before, then becomes one among life's many.
