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L'espoir

Miranda, The Tempest by John William Waterhouse (1916)


Just like we might go see a film, wander through an art gallery, get swept up in a play, or lose ourselves in a good book, I really believe there’s something powerful about letting our imaginations breathe. There’s value in stepping away, even briefly from the heavier, more routine parts of life. It’s not about ignoring reality, but about adding a little romance to it. Seeing each day as a page in a story, something a bit magical.

The truth is, our view of life is narrow, like peeking through a keyhole. There’s always more out there, more to feel, more to imagine. And while dreaming might happen while we sleep, it’s still an active part of our lives. It shapes us, whether we notice it or not.

When I was little, I defended the existence of unicorns like it was my job. Anyone who questioned it was instantly on my bad side. But now, as an adult, I get that their presence in the world doesn’t have to be literal. They exist in stories, in paintings, in our minds, and that’s just as real in its own way.

Healthy escapism isn't about running away; it's about expanding what life can hold. Maybe it's less about where we live and more about how we choose to live, starting now. When we show up to life, challenges and all, and still look for beauty, we create space for growth.

The most rewarding part of this mindset is how it nudges us toward hope. Our lives become more than a timeline of events. They become stories shaped by the people we love and the dreams we refuse to let go of. Understanding the world, with all its pain and joy, helps us figure out how to make a difference. But it’s just as important to keep dreaming about peace, about healing, about something better.

When we dare to keep imagining even when others stop, we open the door to something more meaningful. For ourselves. And maybe for others, too.

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