Hopeless illusions

There are times when we are presented with insurmountable evidence that leads us to see something for how it really is. Stacks of documents and validations that confirm specific information about a predicament. Overwhelming evidence in the court of life that details and explains how things really are. Still, we sometimes chose to ignore and dismiss the glaring truth, in favor of hopeless illusions to    convince ourself otherwise. We might focus on that one card in the shuffle that is missing, out of 72 cards there are two missing, and the percentage of likelyhood of those two cards having any notable snippets of inluental meaning is next to null.
Probing for anything that might resemble a counter argument in a battle dismissed and shelved long ago with you being the only one still fixated on the case. When we are stuck in a self-imposed perplexity, constantly ruminating over that one meager possibility that can change an outcome, we become stuck in a circle that leaves no room for escape. 

Constantly confronted with the same valleys and trees in the merry go round, nothing changing, but our refusal to jump of causes dizzying sensations to overcome us. 

The evidence will not dissipate, and we can chose whether to finally believe the obvious answers that have been there in front of us all along, or to instead try to look the other way and hire a detective team to start an investigation with no new results to sway our opinion. The decetives not finding anything new, because there already had been an investigation. Having to pay them in tokens of time, effort, energy and life for their doomed mission where it was preordained they would find nothing.
There must be a limit, a definitive hault to entertaining draining scenarios of unlikely possibilities, especially when it does nothing but eliminate your reserved of energy that could be spent elsewhere.
Being trapped within cycles of such thinking, is also tied to an unability to let go. To accept the current circumstances of the stream that has guided you there, and being able to surmount the need for different results.
The imgination can concieve all kinds of fantasies and impose the mental image of desired results unto anything that does not jive with or feel comfortable to the soul. Sometimes we must bite the sour apple and be onay with the fact that not all truths are easy to swallow, and they do not always correspond with the ideals we might have of paragon excellence and virtue.
The path we walk is not always a road with justice, fairness and constant merry, nor should it be. The sooner we learn to accept and move on from trying to dechiper what has already been set in stone, and leave our tools of encryption behind, more possibilities of freedom and manifestation of future endeavours will ensue.
The illusory dreamscape of impossibilities can be compared to meticulously creating a castle out of sand with minimal amounts of waters, only to be moments later washed ashore by the ferocious waves. Trying to create figurnes out of thin vapor, their image dissipating after seconds.
Shifting our focus towards writing the future, instead of defeatist attempts at rewriting the past and delving in realms of desperate hopes that are incongruent with stated reality. Instead seeing the doors of actual possibilities and where we can make a difference and change, our lives will become more in allignment with an abundant cauldron that keeps on giving newfangled experience.