Day Dreaming
I miss day dreaming.. It's been quite a while... years even. I've been so busy with work, family and just plain old day to day living. I haven't had a moment to sit down and day dream. The one thing I remember from my youth (which seems like a fond but distant memory) is just sitting down and staring off into space and day dreaming. My mother was one of those people who thought if you weren't constantly in motion you were wasting time, wasting life, wasting away.. Sometimes I just wanted to dream. Not dream while I slept, but dream while I was awake. I'd sit at my desk at home and pretend I was reading. But I was really day dreaming. Or I'd stare at the TV, but I wasn't watching. I was day dreaming.. The kind of dreaming that gets you motivated to do things you wouldn't normally do. You know, like climbing Mount Everest. Or writing the next great American novel.. or starting a business from scratch. Or finding your one true love. Dreaming does that for you, you know. It gives you something to move toward. Of course, its not enough simply to dream, but it is necessary to dream if you want to move forward. I've found, that as I've grown older, I've daydreamed less.. I don't know if it's because I'm too busy, or if it's just a function of age.. but my time spent day dreaming has decreased substantially. I think that's a mistake. It's sad really. I need to day dream again. Everyone needs to day dream. My mother wasn't wrong about too many things. But she was wrong about this. Day dreaming isn't as waste of time. Not at all.
I'm older now, with a family of my own. Some of my dreams are now reality.. but others... they are still dreams. In the cobwebed (is this even a word?) corners of my mind, they still exist. Still dreams. I just need to sit down, stare into space, dust off those dreams and see if I can realize them. I have a dim memory of some of them. I just know that if I could sit down for a time and pretend to read, or pretend to watch TV, and daydream, they'll be clearer. Now, if only I could find the time.
I'm older now, with a family of my own. Some of my dreams are now reality.. but others... they are still dreams. In the cobwebed (is this even a word?) corners of my mind, they still exist. Still dreams. I just need to sit down, stare into space, dust off those dreams and see if I can realize them. I have a dim memory of some of them. I just know that if I could sit down for a time and pretend to read, or pretend to watch TV, and daydream, they'll be clearer. Now, if only I could find the time.