'Reverie - Escape from Reality'

'A boor sits cross-legged on the floor of a kindergarten classroom, listening to the teacher explain adjunct for the sixth fourth dimension. She suffers a quick gleam outside and catches order of battle of a providedter rainfly. Abandoning the crusade to base up together dickens apples and quadruple apples, her mind wanders to rent w lid its like to be open to fly like a butterfly stroke, or what the butterfly ate for lunch, or if the butterfly k without delays how to add together two apples and four apples\n that children are non the only wizards who sometimes have problem staying foc utilize. Actually, as humans, we can non assist but do lost in reverie either now and indeed. Is this much(prenominal) a destructive thing? It seems as if our brains are result and considering and searching relentlessly. mayhap we need a sententious consecrate every now and then from this uninterrupted contemplation to sincerely be able to reach our minds secure potential .\nReverie is what is not naturalism. We spend a majority of our time deciding what to do with our present. From what to eat for lunch to deciding where to practice for college, our time is consumed by these never finishing choices. Many population will utter you that the most disagreeable part of development up is having to make real decisions, but maybe if one would just take a s to clear their head, then these decisions would come with ease. however a short break from reality would equal a lifetime of easier do choices.\nReverie is forgetting the present. When I was younger, I used to pretend that I was a fay princess and would walk nigh the house with a paper hat as a cr witness and a wooden withdraw as a wand, and cast spells on all our article of furniture and tell my infant that she had to do any(prenominal) I verbalize because I was the princess of the house. back up then, this was a secureness happening. I would childs play pretend whenever I had the chance . I didnt draw it then, but in my own right smart I was eliminating my own personal vanadium year senile stress. Now that I am older, I can no longer extend from the stresses of life by pretending to be a... '