Special Place

Every night I go to a special place. Somewhere fictional. A place that only exists in my mind. Recently, that place is a cold place.

Most of the time I enjoy this little mind-wandering. I’m almost always in control. I go out for a few hours, and go to bed. I can usually get 5–6 hours of sleep each night.

Sometimes, though, I get completely lost. Sometimes I’m sucked in this place and I can feel my brain overworking, heating up, but I still won’t be able to shut it down. Only my alarm at 8 a.m. or the sound of chirping birds would startle me and drag me out of my trance.

As much as I enjoy these little expeditions, as inspiring as they are, they also take up most of my nights. If I go home early, sometimes I spend all night locked up in there. And if I have some plans for the night, it starts after I get home, and lasts for 3–4 hours maybe.

This should stop.

I shouldn’t spend this much time in my mind anymore.

The things I dig up from the corners of my mind are interesting, but they don’t mean anything if I don’t do something about it.

Coming home from an adventure, you should write down your adventure. Study the things you’ve seen. Do research on the questions you had. Develop theories. Build a world. Anything.

Then go back.

It’s no use going out in the wild every night if that’s the only thing you do.

All the wilds things are yours. You go find them, tame them, live with them, and come back to tell their stories.

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