Sometimes I find myself saying:
I’m not interested in having a girlfriend – but if an attractive woman with the right personality and characteristics aggressively pursued me, I’d be open to dating her.
I’m retired and not interested in returning to work – but if someone I know and respect offers me the perfect position, I’d consider it.
I have no interest in relocating ever again – but if a hot, wealthy woman invites me to spend winter with her in her Florida vacation home, I’m all in.
I might as well say, I’m not desperate for money, but if I hit the Lotto, I’d gladly accept millions of dollars.
Because none of it is going to happen.
Far more probable is that I will continue living a solitary life contentedly trodding through each day, making the most of small pleasures, fighting through challenges and accepting the things I cannot change.
I no longer believe in fantasies.
I couldn’t save my wife’s life. I wasn’t able to set my kids up for successful, fulfilling careers. I never became rich or famous.
Knowing this is a good thing. I no longer have to wish upon a star for some unrealistic fantasy event.
Real life is sufficient.