I was reading Allure magezine recently, I came across an article by Jean Thompson, about “TheGirl of My Dreams” it describes that woman or that couple that you see out in public that for just a moment you want to be them with all your heart. Its about that reflection or divide inbetween what you are and your imagined ideal self.

Tamara brought up that, regardless of the innate contradiction of this experience and the almost ridiculous level to which we project our own desires and meaning onto a complete stranger, it is an experience within your perception of reality. Therefore, internally it is a very real experience and not only was it not silly but it is vital. If it weren’t for that brief moment when some unsuspecting person transforms into the avatar of our dreams, would we continue to reach for these ideals? Without our fleeting muses would we continue to grow as people?

Regardless, once I come down from that aching euphoria, I can’t help but feel completely absurd for being inspired by someone else to be more like who I am. maybe I am more of a romantic than I have been able to admit.