What does it take to cause insanity?

I really wonder some days.  Some days I can really understand why many writers have gone crazy.  The world around many of us isn’t the greatest.  I know it isn’t in my life.  Of course I know there’s that person in the peanut gallery that’s saying,

“You know, there are people that have it worse in this world.” 

I know exactly what to say and that is, “Let’s keep things in perspective moron.  Yes there are people that have it worse, but you know what, there are people that have it better too.”

There’s just something about that line between the reality of the world around us and the fantasy of the stories that we create.  Somewhere and somehow that line starts to blur.  I’m not sure what to make of it.  That place between dreams and waking.  That place between what is and what should be.  That place between I have and I want.  That place between tears of joy and tears of sadness. That line keeps blurring.  Somehow I keep my grip on reality but it isn’t easy.  Maybe because I know that there will be little real change to my situation for years.  That is unless something very unusual happens.  What do I want?  Do I even know anymore?  Is the things I want impossible, simply the result of fantasy?  Who knows anymore.  I’m not sure that I do.

-Damien