When Escapism Is Better Than Reality: Finding My Way Back to Solid Ground

Is Escapism Better Than Reality?

If I was asked the question when I was thinking of writing this blog, for which I can no longer remember when and how I came about having this thought, I would've said YES and told you straight that escapism is better than reality.

But, at the same time, I would have an immediate retrospect to my answer and realize that I just said yes, maybe for the sake of saying yes or maybe because just out of spite at that very moment that made me think that escapism is better than reality.

As I, in most cases, but not at all times, will be writing when my mind is a little stimulated, if you know what I mean. I can say, as I am writing this how the thunder of my own heartbeat fills my ears, and it's all I hear, a relentless rhythm drowning out the world.

Peace feels like a distant and vague memory, it's becoming so vague that I can barely remember if I truly experienced it or if it was just an imagination, a product I created in my mind to make feel normal. But, what do I even know about what's normal?

For years, I've wandered a labyrinth of my own making, a world spun from daydreams and desires, a refuge from the "emptiness and pain" that Psalm 90 so starkly describes.

It's tempting, oh so tempting, to lose myself in this self-constructed haven. Here, shadows dance to my tune, sorrows melt away like morning mist, and joy blossoms from every thought. But can true happiness exist in a world born only from my mind?

Thus, I challenge myself to face my sorrows and strengthen myself amidst life's countless struggles. It's not perfect but it's working.

The answer, like a flicker of lightning in the darkness, strikes sharp and clear. No, a life confined to fantasy is merely a gilded cage, beautiful but brittle, offering fleeting solace against the inevitable storm.

"Reach out to Him," whispers wisdom, drawing me back from the precipice of escapism. The "Him" is the Lord God Almighty, the guiding light that pierces through the fog of self-doubt. Turning inward, I seek the stillness, the space where faith can take root.

It's a journey, not a destination. Moments of doubt still claw at the edges of my resolve, the lure of escapism a siren song in the night. But with each step, with each prayer, the ground beneath my feet feels a little more solid, a little more real.

This is not a rejection of joy, a retreat from imagination. It's a rediscovery of the beauty that exists in the real world, a world where sun and rain dance in an imperfect harmony, where tears cleanse and laughter heals. It's about embracing the full spectrum of human experience, the "emptiness and pain" alongside the moments of exquisite joy.

This is a call to anyone on the precipice of losing themselves in escapism. Remember, true peace doesn't exist in fabricated worlds, but in the courage to face the real one, hand in hand with faith and self-compassion. Let's walk this path together, finding beauty in the cracks, strength in the storms, and ultimately, the solid ground beneath our feet.

This is a call to anyone on the precipice of losing themselves in escapism. Remember, true peace doesn't exist in fabricated worlds, but in the courage to face the real one, hand in hand with faith and self-compassion. Let's walk this path together, finding beauty in the cracks, strength in the storms, and ultimately, the solid ground beneath our feet.

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