The Tales of My Daydreams

It happened just a few weeks ago. I was lying awake in bed at 11 am in the morning, thinking about my life (happens too often). I had exams coming up, so I was extra reluctant to get out of bed.

Naturally, it was at this time that I faded into a daydream thinking about how much I’ve wasted my life doing absolutely zilch, just like me right at that moment, on my bed.

Now I have these weird thoughts that play like movies in my mind on a regular basis. So, I’m going to assume that the people reading this are saner than I am.

So, as I’m lying down, suddenly the thought of death pops into my mind. Naturally.

But for some reason, this time it was different. It wasn’t a normal daydream, where I just thought about it for like five minutes before forgetting what I was thinking about. This time it was serious.

Death was inescapable. It was coming for me and for the people I love. This hit me really hard. At that time, I could even accept that I was going to die one day. But my parents, my brother, my whole family, my friends… I couldn’t bear to think about that.

So, I went on to have a very somber and uneventful day. I was in a pretty bad mood, and the fear that my life could end at any second was stuck in the back of my head.

That night my family and I played a game of cards. It’s pretty standard, and we do it almost every day.

I was in the middle of playing with my family and listening to songs when I realized something. I looked at my family with their beautiful smiles and their uncontrollable laughter. My heart was instantly filled with so many beautiful emotions of love, thankfulness, and happiness.

Now, I went back into another daydream of all the happiest memories I could remember. Going on vacations with my family, these game nights, having fun with my friends in class, going to my home town to spend time with my grandparents, and celebrating festivals.

There were so many happy moments, and remembering them just filled me up with love. That’s when I realized that death was not necessarily a bad thing.

It’s a bitter part of life, and it only brings sadness and sorrow. But that isn’t the only role it plays. It gives life meaning. It’s a lesson, which teaches us to cherish our loved ones and live our lives to the fullest.

We have a limited amount of time in our lives before we expire. So, use every second of that life to do something incredible.

I absolutely love writing, and every time I write something like this and share it with my family and the world, the responses I get gives me a feeling of joy unparalleled to anything else.

So, never ever refrain from doing something that you love to do.

I’m sorry if I’ve brought down your feelings or, in some way, make you feel sad. My goal wasn’t to make you feel bad about life, but the exact opposite.

Life is beautiful, and death, though it brings pain, is necessary and is what makes life so wonderful. I got all of this from a single daydream, so I might just be blabbering. but I don’t think I am.

I’d like to end this off with a few words from a very wise musician,

“I see skies so blue and clouds so white.

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night.

And I think to myself… what a wonderful world.”

– Louis Armstrong


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