I heard a great message last night about the real world. The gist of it was - how this 'real' world isn't all that real... more fake than real actually.
Plastic flowers look real from a distance, but plastic flowers will never ever be real, no matter how well crafted they are.
This world is full of plastic pleasures, pleasures which make promises they can't possibly keep... and we never learn. Promises like...
... wealth brings happiness
... extra-marital escapades bring happiness
... breast augmentation brings happiness
... power brings happiness
... meth brings happiness
Empty promises, plastic flowers. Reminds me of a quote I read once...
An intriguing entomological experiment shows that a male butterfly will ignore a living female butterfly of his own species in favour of a painted cardboard one, if the cardboard one is big. If the cardboard one is bigger than he is, bigger than any female butterfly ever could be. He jumps the pieces of cardboard. Nearby, the real, living female butterfly opens and closes her wings in vain. (Annie Dillard, The Writing Life)
What's the Demi Moore cover shot got to do with fakeness you ask? Alas, another Photoshop blunder. One of her thighs are not like the other, one of her thighs are not quite the same... (anyone else having a Sesame Street flashback right now?)
In your pursuit of happiness, please don't reject the authentic because of the well-crafted counterfeit.