I’m plagued with an overactive imagination. I sometimes seem to exist outside of the realm of reality, floating on the outskirts of conversation and interaction. I’m lost in my own thoughts, discovering, exploring. You can soar higher and higher and ideas spring up, unrestrained. Although your body remains on the ground, your eyes scan the whole world. You can go back a hundred years or even a thousand, witnessing actual historic events or scripting your own in a haphazard manner until you stumble upon an idea that seems to fit. Venturing through the universe of thought, you find that you’re answering questions you never thought to ask, dissecting things you understand and things that you don’t, entertaining thoughts until they flutter from one place to the next. It’s reflective and abstract and positively wonderful. It’s a safety net, an escape where no one can touch you or hurt you at all. It’s better up there, clearer. I’ve discovered that I can learn a lot that way. Of course, anything in excess is far from admirable, so you must come down once in awhile. But daydreaming certainly isn’t frivolous. It’s adventurous and constructive, passive and aggressive. Perhaps the only way to find yourself is to displace yourself. I’ve got my head in the clouds, dreaming life away. I’m an imaginative mess…but a different vantage point can do a person a heck of a lot of good. The light up there helps you see life a little clearer—I’m simply admiring the view.
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