What is R E A L ?

“What is REAL?” asked the Velveteen Rabbit one day…
“Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When [someone] loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.

“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand… once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”


One thought on “What is R E A L ?

  1. WaleedSQ says:

    It reminds me of “The Nostalgia Factory”:

    A Caterpillar crawled to me one day and said “Oh what the hell goes on inside your swollen head? I don’t believe that you can see as much as I Now close your eyes and tell me what do you say?”

    “I watched nine cats dance on the moon A flamingo stalked into my room It bowed its head to me and knelt To reveal the cards it had dealt An ace, three jacks, two queens, four kings Then turned them into burning rings The flames jumped out and chased four mice Caught by their tails they turned to ice

    A cloud appeared outside my door And through the window saw four more And on the back of each cloud sat Two rainbow smiles in wizard’s hats They threw five clocks down on my bed The chimes danced out on golden threads And turned to footprints on my wall Sequined tears began to fall”

    The caterpillar gasped at me and said “My god if that’s what’s going on inside your head You can see so much more than I I think it’s time to turn into a butterfly.”

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