It’s nothing about a final goal, the ever and always desired climax in someone’s life.
It’s about simple daydreaming.
I would consider it to be quite close to meditating: Getting lost in thoughts and being in a trance where things happen which aren’t quite real. It’s an escape route. A place to let your mind rest.
When we came close to our A-levels at school, people were going almost crazy. They tried to memorize whole books to the point where every single letter seemed to be the most important! mental stress, worries and frustratio filled the athmosphere in the classroom for days.
Having been a lot more relaxed than most of the people I passed the days dreaming
Then I was told to concentrate more, to work harder. I smiled. I refused. I dreamed.
When we finished the first exams I heard crying, frustration and disappointment. All the time people used to learn and memorize facts,… so much time was wasted. There wasn’t much they have answered which they couldn’t have answered before the marathon of studying.
But there were many things they couldn’t answer but could have answered before.
Our own mind being protective for our own mental health…. There were people who shouldn’t have worried, who were msart, but who struggled to keep themselves together.
I am living the belief of daydreaming. That’s what I realized then. Realities and ideas quite not fitting for the outside world but nethertheless more than enough to be at peace with myself and others.
People who had told me I would waste my time daydreaming, wasted their times with worrying. And it’s impossible to claim that they would be the happier people for that time being.
Maybe….. in the far, far future…. maybe politics can be made of dreams and hopes and wishes. Maybe. Who would know?
A not well thought about response to the daily post’s request „In Good Faith“