Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings. The six o'clock alarm would never ring. Whoops its ringing and I rise, Wipe the sleep out of my eyes. My shavin' razors cold and it stings. -Daydream Believer - The MonkeesI daydream. Alot. I mean, so much so, I think I sometimes spend more hours of my life in both daydream and sleep dream than I do awake and dealing with "reality".
And when you add to that the hours, on average, I spend under the influence of alcohol, my life is spent in an unconventional state of consciousness most of the time.
Why? Well, isn't it obvious. I think you delude yourself if you believe "reality" is more fun than fantasy. I mean, if you enjoy all the challenges and uncertainties of the real world, why not create that environment in a fantasy?
I choose to strive for enjoyment in as many minutes of living breathing life I have on this Earth, everyday, all the time.
So what do I do in circumstances that require stress, or anger, or sadness? Well here's three examples:
Stress
Anger
Sadness
In each of these situations, I reacted on the surface as most people would...but inside I took pleasure in the privilege of the experience. Yes that's right, the privilege of the experience. Being able to experience these emotions, interpret them, and make sense of them is challenge enough, but I take it a step further. I ask myself, "How can I convert this experience into something positive and uplifting?". Amazingly, I seem to always find a way.
I'm spending today at home, taking a quintessential "mental health" sick day from work, daydreaming...
Converting the harsh reality of existence into a mellow, sunshine and rainbow filled realm of happiness and pleasure.