“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”The Cheshire Cat
My imagination runs wild often, it goes to places I don’t in reality and gives me a happiness thinking of all the situations I could be in compared to the reality of my life.
The reality of work, the mundane tasks I have to do at home and the constant pressures of looking after a parent make the times when I let my imagination run wild is immensely pleasurable and breifly hides the stresses and strains of real life.
On the other hand, and particularly in the last few days prior to writing this post, letting my imagination run wild can have its drawbacks.
I go to the places in my head that make me happy but then I think about how it’s missing from my life in reality and that makes me sad.
Comparing myself to others is not something I do, but seeing people do things I only ever imagine in my head and never make a reality can at times make me sad.
I don’t want to be on my own, I don’t want to make plans that only involve me and I want to have more experiences that are outside my confort zone in regards to doing it with someone else (I’ll you the reader decide what they see IT being as for me it’s more than a single thing)
For me there is a war between fantasy vs reality. I want to let my imagination run wild and give me pleasures when compared with the reality of my life, but then I also want the reality to include some of the things I imagine, adding a bit of fun to the mundane in my life no matter what that fun may be.