Well, I'm back again. Everyone else is in bed. I'm watching a football game I don't really care about, buzzed on all the caffeine in my chocolate dessert.
I need to state, for the record, that my daydreaming embarrasses me. It is a real struggle in my mind. It's a survival technique I have employed from way back. As such, it comes attached with a lot of guilt.
But it has never kept me from fulfilling responsibilities. It doesn't cut me off from meaningful relationships with others. Why is it a problem?
Well, I know sometimes it takes my mind places it shouldn't go. That's bad, for sure. I suspect that it could make me less content with my actual circumstance. And, really, doesn't it just seem wrong to sort of say, "Sorry, God. I prefer the stories I make up to the reality You give me."
And yet, how different is it from watching a movie, reading a book, playing a video game, or one of the myriad of other ways that people escape? Isn't that the point of a hobby? Taking your mind off of the rest of life?
Why does daydreaming seem like something to be ashamed of? I mean, no one lists "daydreaming" as a hobby.
I know that strengths can become vices, and vice versa. The ability to make and tell stories is an incredibly beautiful gift. It can change lives and improve the world. I suspect I might have some good books tucked away in my imagination. I just need to learn to harness this tendency and use it positively.
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