Daydreaming

Have you ever been lost in what felt like a daydream, only to look up and realize so much has happened around you? As if you were so focused on looking at the light at the end of the tunnel, that you didn't notice the art that danced along walls as you flew past.

I was told as a child if you hold your breath while you go through a tunnel, it's good luck, so you should make a wish. Is this really the lesson I needed to hear, though? To hold on just for that last moment? To let yourself become tortured and out of breath, all for the sake of a wish? A dream. The answer isn't as simple as yes or no. In my opinion, I truly think it varies by situation. The answer to, "is it worth it?" Should come from a feeling, not a social agenda. You need to feel it trapped in your bones, telling you that it is worth it to hold on, despite the outcome. Not because someone somewhere would make you feel guilty about your decision.

Sometimes, when the seasons change, I look up from the mind numbing stress I feel when I become out of touch with who I am. As soon as I look up to watch the leaves change, or listen to the rain for a minute too long, I come to, and the life that I was so beautifully drowning myself in before, is on fire. And every now and then, I beat myself up over not following through on these old endeavors that had to be extinguished. The funny thing is looking back, I don't think I've ever felt the need to change route in my life, without first noticing the beauty of nature around me. It sounds insane, but as soon as I look up at the world in awe, is when I know I'm on the verge of changing my course. Nature has been my true escape. Not just in the sense of "escaping reality," but of escaping the things that have made me lose sight of who I am.

So many unfinished projects, yet I don't seem to care when I'm watching the fog roll in over a mountain or the sun go down over the ocean. So tell me, which part of this life is the daydream?