“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
We keep on defining ourselves in relation to our work, our studies, to the people we love, but the only thing we’re doing is avoiding the real question here: who are we? Why are we here? What have we done today to make this place a better one?
… Who am I? Why am I here? What have I done today to make this place a better one?
I am a big dreamer, I am a hopeless optimist, I’m helplessly hoping for a better world, and desperately looking for somewhere to call home. Many people have been asking me questions, trying to figure out who I am; some even have attempted to change me, to make me fit to their society.
There, they would call me an introvert. Because there’s such a desperate need to put labels on people they had to find one for me too.
But I am more than just a shy person. I am more than an introvert.
I do not only need to be alone from time to time and drowned in my thoughts… but I am seeking solitude. I am seeking a world that doesn’t exist in the eyes of those around me. A world where anything’s possible. Where everything’s entirely different from the one we live in. That is a world whose name is unknown to those who never dare to get out of their comfort zone and think outside the box.
It is a world where love – true love – is the most powerful weapon, able to fight and beat anything possible and unimaginable. It is a world where people invest in hope rather than in war. A world where everyone believes in magic. A world that welcomes the purest of hearts. A world that has its problems too, but one that never gives up, one that fights and where good eventually wins.
It is a world I like to visit in my dreams and in my solitude. I know it sounds a lot like a beautified reality, but isn’t it what fairy tales are?
I’ve always yearned to live in another world, in one of those fairy tale realms where there’s magic, fantastic creatures, and fairy dust; where everything is so beautiful you never want to leave.
I’ve never physically been to such a place but I’ve already travelled to some. Through my books of stories, through music, trough silence, and in my dreams. I have already visited a sort of Enchanted Forest and a kind of Wonderland.
That’s why I love the night, its the dark sky with the moon and the stars ; that’s why I love and seek solitude, because that’s the only way I know to get back there.
I know it will sound crazy to most of you, I know I’ll look a bit – maybe even a lot – mad to you now. But you wanted to know why I was the way was. Why I often look like I’m daydreaming. Why I don’t want to have one particular group of friends. Why I think I can make everyone happy by the simple touch of a smile. Why I’d like to live in a book. Why I urgently need to escape places. Why I urgently need to escape reality. And why I am not afraid to be this way. Why I do not care about what others might think. Why it is the least of my problems.
But one question remains unanswered. It is one I’ve been asked several times, from people who admire this way of being, but who are also very afraid… ‘How can you not be scared of being yourself in this society?’
Here is my answer:
There are so many things you can be scared of. But being your own self should never be one of them.
Be yourself, no matter how many ‘friends’ you lose (you’ll see they were not really your friends if they don’t accept you as you are, as the real you are). Be yourself no matter what.
I’m not saying this will be easy. It will hurt some people around you, and will therefore be painful to you. But be yourself anyway.
Be yourself because it is the only chance you have to feel good inside. Your only chance to be at peace. Your only key to a happy ending.
One of the persons who once asked me this question also asked me this: ‘Do you think you’ll find your person one day?’ I think, by that, she meant: ‘Do you think you’ll find someone who’ll accept you as the whole you are, and will love you of a true love? Do you think there is someone who’ll understand you completely? Do you think you’ll get to live your fairy tale? Do you think… you’ll find your home?’
To tell you the truth, I have no idea. But what I can tell you is that believing is my most precious treasure. And I believe I’ll meet this person. Maybe not in this world. But probably somewhere that is lost between places. Somewhere incredible. Somewhere here… and there at the same time.