Our Own Little World

Remember being young? Having imaginary friends? Always happy and the only reason you weren't was either you scraped your knee on the sidewalk while skating, or you couldn't buy an icecream from the Icecream man.

Now that we get older, our entire life style is different. We start worrying about looks, where you would fit within image, and trying to make yourself fit in and be known by those around you.

Doing all of this, we kind of create our own image of what we want to be and we imagine that place as our own, nobody can take that away from you. It's your own little world.

It's a place where everybody knows who you are. It is a fantasy. Even if you are a different person in that fantasy. It's your own, and nobody can change that.

This world is what you want it to be. It changes as you adapt to your surroundings, but it's always yours, it's always what you want it to be. These things occur usually in dreams. Thoughts of what happen to you during the day make a new episode of your fantasy. You can banish people, fall in love, fall out of love, make people grow pig ears, what ever you want because it's yours and comes from your mind.

We all have our own views on the world, and that's what makes up ours. It's our way of taking what the world is throwing at us, and putting it into prospective. Finding your place in this world, and trying to understand your own mind at the same time.

This world of yours contains both good and bad, but you can always make it what you want to be. It's your image.

Part of your image is being true to yourself, even if you wish you were someone else, that's what this world is for, to escape reality, to relieve your mind from all that's happening around you. If your not true to yourself, this world becomes chaotic. If this world is in a dream, it becomes a nightmare. Nothing is the same in your own happy place because your always thinking of something you want to be, other than something you're comfortable with. It destroys your world and all that will be left is ashes.

You may think I'm on the brink of insanity, that may be true, nobody really knows, but you all think of this once in a while. Your world is your own happy place, it's where you escape to. You add new characters as it goes on and on, and get rid of some, kind of like a book that your writing about your mind. You wish things would be gone, and in your fantasy, they are. When you want them back, they come back.

Let me ask you this. Ever wake up smiling but don't remember the dream? That's because you woke up within something good happening in your fantasy. It's true, even if this blog is redundant, everything I'm saying is true within many lives. Without our own little world, we would all be insane and completely miserable with logic.