Personally, I feel that we live as much in the real world as
we do in our minds. But while in the real world we are bound by restrictions of
practicality, laws and reasoning, in our minds, we are truly free. When I am day dreaming, I can be a witch, or
a bird, or a princess or a super-hero, or a fairy-tale character. I can choose
my identity, my environment and even my experiences. If day-dreaming gives me real
feelings of happiness, anger, thrill or disappointment, why should it not be
counted as real, over a reality which might not impact me as much?
Everybody lives in his mind as well. When a person is
sitting in a 5 hour flight, doing nothing but day dreaming: does that mean that
his reality is defined by his passive physical experience of the flight, or is
it defined b what he is thinking during those 5 hours? If for 3 hours I sit in
a movie theater and immerse myself in a fantasy world, would that experience
classify as real or not? Because practically, I have not done anything for that
period of time, but imagined a make-belief world that has nothing to do with
me. I am a mere passive spectator. But in my mind, I have been places,
experienced feelings and learnt new things while sitting on a seat, doing
nothing.
I think that it is too narrow-minded to think that the 16
hours we are awake and aware everyday comprises of reality while all the time
we spend semi-aware, asleep or lost in our thoughts are insignificant. There might be millions of universes in this
world. There might be millions of intelligent species in some of them. They
might all have different definitions of truth and deception, of reality and
fantasy. Would it be going too far to suggest that reality can be a part of fantasy
as much as fantasy is a part of reality, and maybe fantasy and reality are the
same, and we just don’t realize it?
So I mean to say that if I read a new book, watch a movie or
day-dream for an hour, all three experiences are a part of my reality and have
an impact on me. Then why should I waste my time dealing with a banal and
mundane world, when I have the option of immersing myself in a more interesting
one?
I love Harry Potter because it has provided me with a
perfect fantasy world to escape into whenever I want to. I am told that I
should be more involved with reality and less with fantasy. But fantasy is a
part of my reality, and I will not fight this belief until I have an iron-clad
argument proving it false.