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This is a Dream

You drive on the same, endless road, with absolutely zero idea of the direction your fate lies in. 

Until you wake up and realize you can’t drive.

                                                                              

If this is you, chances are you’ve often been told you’re absentminded. Very often. Everyone has always been quick to remind you so, as if being absentminded comes with short-term memory loss. It’s not that you lose your memory of what occurred during the time you dozed off, you just never acquired it. You hear the voices around you, but never process it.

             

People think absentmindedness is due to distractions, but in reality this inborn characteristic is the distraction itself. What people tend to forget, is that the mind is the greatest, most powerful, attention seeker. I call this dreaming. Constantly participating in mental gymnastics, dreaming of being an Olympic gymnast myself, flipping atop the wires of a telephone pole, sinking deep into the vast glistening ocean, conversing with an extraterrestrial creature, bursting into trillions of particles and disappearing like dust, floating in the depths of the galaxies furthest from ours, the delusions keep going and their end is dreadful; you’d do anything to get away from your mundane reality. 

School is an institution designed for the focused. Dreaming during class looses focus from the important things, like Shakespeare and triangles of course. You become unresponsive. Naive. Everything everyone else perceives you to be but really….are you? I cannot deny, this oddity is involuntarily, but it isn’t a curse.

                                                        

Enjoy it, for dreaming is the driving force that keeps you on the road. 

 

Comments

  1. Divya DwarakanathSeptember 17, 2023 at 7:31 AM

    Your use of the periodic sentence "Constantly participating..." is super clever. I didn't realize it was periodic at first until I reread the sentence, and I really liked that you included it that way. It's really well written!

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  2. bismaad kaurSeptember 17, 2023 at 12:22 PM

    I love all of the metaphors you used, especially the way that you compared mental gymnastics with physical gymnastics. I also loved your sentence variety, the combination of short and long sentences made your blog fun to read!

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 17, 2023 at 12:37 PM

    I enjoyed the way you explained absent mindlessness. I feel like I could relate to this, so learning further about it was entertaining.

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  4. Natalie TalluSeptember 17, 2023 at 2:10 PM

    I loved your use of metaphors in this piece, with the mental gymnastics and physical (or dream) gymnastics, driving (in a dream) and the “driving” force, you blend them in so nicely, none of them felt forced. The topic you discussed is so relatable as well, it kept me engaged to see myself reflected in a piece. H

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  5. TashiSeptember 17, 2023 at 11:08 PM

    You seamlessly explained absentmindness with the metaphors you used! Your writing, which seemed very relatable to me as a reader, had questions that kept me hooked to your point.

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