From the journal of a daydreaming window addict
Correct me if I'm wrong, but am I in a minority of people that holds value in daydreaming? What I'm saying is, if you see the value as much as I do, please, for the sake of us all, speak up.
Ever since I was a kid I've had a problem with windows. Be they open or closed, during morning, mid-day, or night, showcasing a scenic hillside or a brick wall, I would stare out the window. I remember during high school geometry a lot of time was spent staring out the classroom window, which explains those test scores. Through classroom windows, car door windows, workplace windows - I could spend half my day staring outside. I still catch myself doing this from time to time as an adult, and though I still don't know what triggers this habit, I know that I hope I never lose it.
Maybe it’s the fact that life seems more immediate and more immense on the other side of the glass. Out there I know there is a breeze, and I know that the air and the sunlight will cleanse the frustration out of my mind. Out there I can't help but think of the places I could go, the things I would see, hear, smell, taste, and touch. The possibilities seem endless, and I used to (and still do) let my imagination go wild. Why? Because it gives me hope.