What Even Is Realistic?

Let’s get this out of the way—

We live on a floating rock.

Spinning around a ball of fire.

In the middle of endless, silent space… and we have the audacity to call anything “realistic”?

Please.

The moon controls the tides like it’s some cosmic DJ. Not the way trees grow taller than houses from a speck of a seed. Your heart somehow beats faster just because a certain person looked at you a certain way in a certain moment—and you expect me to believe this is all normal?

Even we’re not realistic—walking contradictions of bone, blood, emotions, and dreams that make zero logical sense.

Yet here we are, taught to shrink ourselves into something “reasonable.” To aim for what’s safe, what’s probable.But I don’t think I was put on this earth to only do what fits into a neat little box.

The truth is, nothing about our existence is realistic.The most extraordinary parts of life are completely delusional.

Not the galaxy. Not the billions of other galaxies. Not even you.

Airplanes were delusional.

Talking to someone across the world through a glowing rectangle was delusional.

Falling in love with someone who wasn’t even in your world a year ago? Wild. One day they’re a stranger, the next they’re your favorite feeling,somehow they end up feeling like home.

But here’s the plot twist:

The things that have changed the world have never been realistic.

And yet—here they are. Here we are.

So yes, I’m going to keep my head in the clouds and my heart in impossible places. I’ll keep writing the stories no one asked for. Because the moment I stop believing in what could be, I start living like I’m already at the end.

And here’s the thing—life has this maddening habit of moving forward whether your dreams work out or not.

It doesn’t pause for heartbreak, or failure, or for the days when you’re lying in bed wondering what’s the point.

Somewhere, while you’re picking up the pieces of a dream that didn’t survive, someone else is falling in love for the first time. Someone’s starting a business that may change the world. Someone’s baking bread that smells so good it might heal a bad day.

Life doesn’t wait for us to be ready. It just keeps spilling forward, moment after moment, like water you can’t hold in your hands. And honestly? That’s the gift.

Because if life did stop—if the world stood still for every loss, every heartbreak, every time we fell flat on our face—we’d never get unstuck. We’d never stumble into the mornings where hope feels possible again.

That’s why I’m not afraid of being “delusional.”

It’s the only thing that’s ever made life feel like living.

So dream anyway. Try anyway. Love anyway. Be wild, irrational, and unapologetic about wanting more than what’s “realistic.”

And when it all feels too big, too heavy, too impossible, remember—

“Life goes on” is not the end of your story.

It’s the beginning of everything you haven’t lived yet.

xo, Ayesh