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When you are dangling from the edge, just about to tip over
the ledge, what do you do to escape? Do you close your eyes and hope for the
danger to pass? Or do you give yourself something to distract until help
arrives?
Very so often, I’ve realized, when I’m thrown into a bad
place, I seek escape through distraction. And talking to my best friend I found
out we both have a similar choice of escapism.
A book. Not a
profound book. Not a classic novel. Just a book with a light story, with
happiness and jokes, with silly problems and dramatic solutions. A book like
Princess Diaries or the Mediator series in my case. Meg Cabot, really.
Others binge watch movies or TV shows. Escaping into another
world. Just for a few hours each day, for that very much needed breathing
space.
And then I ask. Is escapism good? Is it the way we survive?
Our coping mechanism? Our way of looking after ourselves when we no longer can
put up with reality and need some time off this world. I don’t know. But it
makes me happy. It makes me light. It calms me down. In the end that is what
should matter, right? What should it be: escaping or standing your ground and
taking all the unnecessary hits? I’d rather escape so I can come back and stand
my ground and swing back at the hits. Don't you agree?
