Daydreaming is a strange thing. In hard situations, a daydream can come as an odd comfort. To imagine a better scene, in a better place, is painful as well as strangely peaceful.
In an imaginary scene, I can control what happens. I can’t exactly do this in real life. And while I am bold in my fantasies, and fearless, in real life I am anything but. In a daydream, I say the right thing, look the right way, know what to do and do not hesitate to do it. I wish I were like that in real life. A daydream is predictable. It’s like a story, written in my mind. Real life is unpredictable. I worry too much for my daydreams to come alive.
Because of that, though, daydreams can be discouraging. I can be completely caught up in my perfect world, where everything is at its finest at my command; yet as soon as I snap out of it, reality kicks in and I know my life can never be so ideal.
I wonder if there is any long-term benefit from a daydreamt fantasy. It’s not as if I’ll suddenly become beautiful, with clear skin and nonfrizzy hair, if I daydream it long enough. Pigs won’t fly, no matter how long I envision myself riding one.
And no, sorry to break it to you, Emilino, but just because you pictured it for so long does NOT mean he is going to kiss you. Or even hold your hand.
But really, IS there any good that comes from a daydream? How about this — you picture yourself walking through school. You see a girl who is sitting alone. Great, ’cause you’re used to sitting alone as well. You approach her, and get a conversation going. You’ve replayed the words you’ll start it with in your head.
And suppose the next week, this really DOES happen. Maybe not exactly as you’d planned, but because you’d daydreamed this, you knew good might come of it, and so you give it a try. And it works.
Can that happen? Has that happened to you?
I sure can’t think of any such personal occurrance.
But I still wonder.
Can daydreams come true?