I've come to believe that our worst enemies also happen to be our best friends. My dear companion and dreaded foe has always been lurking by my side since before I could tie my shoelaces, attacking me playfully in times of emotional distress and willingly keeping me company at the peak of my boredom.Though we don't hang out as much as we used to, he is still my best friend. No one knows me as well as Daydreams.
I really love Daydreams, but I wish he was more respectful of my personal space. His persistence has been both a bounty and a curse. He barges in uninvited and drags me along with him to visit several new worlds, often against my own will. These worlds are, both, different from the world you and I exist in, and different from each other. I don't have the courage to explore these unknown alleys of the possible future or even the knowledge to get around these boggling streets of endless likelihood, contained in these new worlds, without Daydreams’ guidance.
Daydreams knows that I especially like to visit Amsterdam with my olive-skinned Arabic boyfriend, and sit by the picturesque canals sharing waffles topped with whipped cream--all during chemistry class. Daydreams also knows that listening to the song ‘Eye of the Tiger’ takes me to a setting where I am doing something of great accomplishment --be it scoring the winning goal for the soccer championship, or delivering a motivational speech that forever changes the course of human history. Moreover, Daydreams doesn't need a frantic text message or a shaky voiced phone call to infer my emotional misdemeanor.
I am in awe of Daydreams’ commitment to our friendship. Though Daydreams’ subtle suave and irresistible charm has a giddying effect on me, he has also gotten me into a lot of trouble. My teachers and parents didn't understand--and still don't--just how convincing Daydreams was and continues to be. Daydreams’ perseverance never seemed to be a valid excuse for my missing homework assignments or my messy room. Eventually I got tired of defending Daydreams’ innocence and mine.
I began to realize Daydreams wasn't like me. He didn't have obligations and commitments. Daydreams didn't have to make a future for himself. He didn't experience heartache, anger, and the piercing feeling of loss because in his world he would always be the director of his destiny.
Daydreams who had been my lifelong best friend was now beginning to seem like my worst enemy.
To be fair though, Daydreams always showed up for me during tough times. He didn't offer me the conventional shoulder to cry on; instead, he offered a shoulder to jump on and then flew me away to escape my melancholic reality. Daydreams helped me climb Mount Everest effortlessly, fearlessly swim in the frightening depths of the azure ocean; and thus he gave me the confidence to walk up the podium the second week of being at my new school, in a new country and have sixty new faces glare at me, not quite able to understand my accent, as I recited the lyrics of ‘NOT AFRAID’ to conclude my vice presidential speech. Daydreams continuous prodding and unsolicited interruptions made me realize just how much I wanted to call home and hear my dad's reaction when I told him about the success in my most recent venture.
Though most people see him as a distraction, robbing me of my true potential, I see the good in Daydreams. I see his truest intentions are to inspire and foster my imagination. Daydreams constantly reassures me of all the endless possibilities I could translate into reality--forever inspiring me to do it because I dreamt it.