I am only myself when I forget who I am.

            I am a Fool.

I am a Fool, full of delusions of grandeur for many a daydream’s worth of conquest.

            I like to tell myself fantastic stories.

Stories of everyone having the best intentions and the greater good always winning out in the end. Dreaming up fairytales of a clear path forward, I pretend there is no such thing as a Moral-Paradox. I am very good at pretending and a world class wishful thinker.

            I am a Fool.

A Fool full of illusions.

Illusions of happy romantic endings and absurdly blissful hereafters. Only a child would believe such naiveties, yet, it’s what I do. Day in and day out hoping for that rainbow with a pot of gold and a shining star to wish upon.

            Most of my endeavors are nothing but a Fool’s errand, and just when it seems that the planets have aligned and every piece has been put in its place…

            It’s then, then that the truth comes rushing back.

            The truth that I’ve done it again, accepted the crown of king-for-a-day, as only a Fool of my caliber would.