Glow, without light

Daydreaming feels like magic.

For me, it’s escaping reality.
When real life feels too tough and exhausting, I get to travel to a place where everything is okay. I daydream about literally everything — how my life will look when I’m older, if I’ll have a boyfriend and a family, if I’ll get my dream vintage home in the small village I’m from, if I’ll get to travel the world and experience everything I’ve dreamed about.

And most of all, I daydream about whether life is truly as special as everyone says it is.

I want to believe life is great and exceptional. That anything can happen as long as you dream. That people can change, and that everyone deserves a second chance.

I daydream to escape the world we live in.

Because this world can be cruel and terrifying. We live in a time where war feels like it’s everywhere — it’s all we hear about. And then there’s the other part: people. Those who are supposed to support us, love us, and simply be there. Some of them end up hurting others for no reason at all.

That’s why I daydream — to escape a reality that feels so scary I don’t always want to live in it.

So yes, I daydream.
Because imagining a better world feels safer than accepting this one.