Every person has a reason for his existence. What if
he/she can’t find the reason for his/her existence? What if he/she cannot find
the right reason to live? Is waiting for that one day when everything will be
fine is enough for a person to keep living his/her life?
If that is so, then why Almighty did gave us the
power to dream? Why thinking and dreaming is a major element of our survival? Can
we really just rely on our fate and let things be the way they are? Then,
perhaps fantasizing is my fate. Probably, I’m searching my solace in my
fantasies.
According to many therapists and science, fantasies
are not frivolous. They can be arousing, distracting, scaring, and even
entertaining, but they also allow for space for creativity and helps in
planning one’s future. But still there is a slight difference between fantasies
and realities, which we call hallucinating and/or schizophrenia. Rather, the
fantasies provide a sweet and pleasant escape from the horrible things that
exist in realities.
Isn’t that the reason why people write fictions? Remember
all the fairy tales that we used to read in our childhood? Haven’t the girls
dreamt of growing their hair long after reading Rupanzel? Or the boys haven’t imagined
themselves as the Ninja Turtles or Sumarai Sam? Or if we step of fictions, what
about the TV commercials and advertisements that we watch every day? If I’m
using an XYZ fairness cream, I’m gonna find a handsome hunk. Or if I drink ABC
beverage, I’ll become adventurous and overcome fears. If I use a certain deodorant/perfume,
I’ll become the life of party.
If practicality and reality is important, then why
are we still living in fantasies? Why are people playing with our emotions through
such books and commercials? We let our
children watch cartoons, but aren’t we pushing them towards fantasies
ourselves? And then when they grow up, we tell them this is not real. This doesn’t
happen in reality. You are living far from real world.
We live in our fantasies and endure our realities. I’m
a fantasy lover. Right or wrong I can hardly tell, but I know I’m on the wrong
side of heavens and on the righteous side of hell.