Dissociation is the detachment of oneself from his conscious state of mind. This process is given different names in different context. A maladaptive degree leads to a psychological disorder. If done too often, it is called daydreaming. But as we sit in the faceless crowd, when all eyes are on the pianist and when all of our surroundings subdue, our breathing sway to the melodious transitioning of keys on the piano and the sudden attainment of peace we hail as profound. The looking glass, as mentioned in the previous post is an amazing invention.
We detach ourselves from the formidable society. In the bus, we look through the window not with the senses to feel the reality, but with a certain distance. Psychologically, we achieve this through our ear muffs or the music played into our ears from our music players. Anyhow, we yearn to escape. Because inside each one of us, there is a silent thinker. There is a chemical of individualism that we feel is incomprehensible to others. We sit in hot tubs and allow silence to accommodate the sound of our breathing.
As we sit and allow our brains to run free, we smirk at the thought of the struggling man and see freedom in our simple act of peace. For now, my escapism ends as I cannot resists the fine day. Let us not lost ourselves in the translation of dreams and words into actions. Let us not be cynical. Let us wind back to the simple days of smiles and laughter. Let us love.
Sincerely,
Noah
Escapism On Noah's Bed 
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