Disillusionment, in a way, is a positive thing.
Yes, it's rough to believe in a thing or a person only to find out that what you believed to be real was mere illusion. We build all sorts of fantasies in our everyday life around things, and when we're disillusioned, those fantasies fall like building blocks.
Disillusionment feels like a chill wind to our face. We can perceive that wind as bitterly cold, or we can perceive it as bracing. Disillusionment brings clarity, the sharpness of a winter day with the greys of tree trunks and the white of the snow.
With the death of illusion comes the birth of possibility. The future hinted at by the illusion crumbles, leaving everything, every path, every direction. It can be overwhelming, because we like the predictability of our illusory future, but it's possible that there's a direction even better than the one freshly closed to us.
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