Daydreams

Why do I day dream?

Why do I fill my day with dreams?

Is it a way to live in a reality I can never have? 

Or the reality I want but can never get?

Isn’t it silly to live in a wishful world where reality isn’t so harsh and unfair,

And where love and happiness get a chance…

Isn’t fiction a way to get all the experiences we want, 

Which reality doesn’t allow?

The one prince charming, Two lovely twin children, Three cute and cuddly pets

Stolen kisses, perfect friends, dream jobs, loving families, 

Rich lives, a home in the mountains, beach vacations,

Travels around the worlds, sweet night escapes, daring adventures, 

guilty pleasures, stress-free lives, unfiltered emotions,

Carefree laugher, party nights, loving companions,

Perfect bodies, youthful energy, dynamic personalities,

That is what a day dream is. 

A permission to live, to be, to do, all that our heart wills.

Sheltered from the unforgiving reality,

A place far away, with carefully crafted coincidences, 

All made up in the head, 

With the perfect mix of sorrow and joy,

A chance at happiness, which reality doesn’t offer. 

For in reality there is a chance that, 

you will never meet your soulmate,

you will never do your dream job

you will never have an unconditionally loving family 

you will never have perfect friendships

you will wander, never-ever finding that perfect elusive happiness,

Don’t people go around all their lives chasing, wishing, hoping?

Never quite getting what they chase for, wish for, hope for?

Isn’t that reality?

Do you know, does anyone know?

Is there a guarantee for happiness? 

When life gives you something, it takes something else,

And it is only in daydreams, that perfect happiness exits. 

Is it wrong? 

Is it wrong to dream and wish for when life doesn’t go your way?

To find solace in those picture-perfect daydreams, 

To waste time and energy on things which are made up in your head

To spend hours, smiling to yourself, 

As you make up those magical tales,

Is that a way to live? 

To hide from reality behind the veil of daydreams?

Am I wrong?

Because all I have is a day-dream, a fantasy, a tale,

As life comes in, prancing its way in, 

Bringing unfairness and unhappiness, 

No one to lean on, far too many thoughts, three am anxiety,

Harsh truths, cold stares

Selfish people, Saccharine promises,

Depressive moods, Defeated demeanor,

Empty nights, lonely days

Unhealthy addictions, bad-coping mechanisms,

And the only thing keeping you afloat is that 

Flawless flowing fantasy in your faulty mind which is neither true, nor will be true ever?

Because those perfectly crafted coincidences, 

which form the outline of your flawless fantasy is just a fantasy,

life doesn’t work that way, 

unless it does, 

because reality is crazy, in its very own way

but not crazy enough as it is in your head.

Unfortunately, at some point, 

We have to wake up for our reverie 

And look at life in it face, 

And carry on in reality,

Despite all its sorrow, 

For this is where living happens,

A chance to take a chance on our dreams, 

A chance to find love, 

A chance to live moment to moment

For the present is the present, 

Who knows maybe lady luck might shine on us, 

One incident to chart a new course, 

Second chances to help us believe, 

Three wishes to live for and fulfill, 

Dramatic fights, whispered apologies, heartful cries, 

Imperfect companions, grateful smiles,

Silly friends, dysfunctional families, mood swings,

Hurtful screams, hushed conversations, healing prayers,  

Side hustles, good books, weekend gateways,

sweaty workouts, harder tries, stress eating,

Binge watching, last minutes rushes, working weekends,

Split decisions, vulnerable emotions, open expressions, 

And Amidst all that sorrow and grief, 

A gentle squeeze, a loving gaze and cozy cuddles

And yes, daydreams, to keep us going and striving 

For a shot at happiness

For a chance to look forward to reality,

A chance to live,

Despite the fact that, 

Unhappy moments are more than the happy ones, 

Depression stretches to fill time and joyful moments are fleeting,

I still want a shot at life, 

To treasure those little moments of life

To store them in my memories,

To relive that carefree laughter

To feel that tightness in my chest when it fills with love,

And most importantly to build a base for my future daydreams.

Because they give me hope and a will to live, 

That everything will be alright,

And that it is okay, 

And that it will get better,

And I will work to make it better, 

For neither do I lose hope, 

Nor am I ready to not work-hard,

And as dawn comes in,

I shall write a crossover of my daydreams and my realities.