Comments on: Why Daydreaming Isn’t a Waste of Time

By: Alex Willging

Alex Willging — Mon, 10 Oct 2016 18:22:13 +0000

Same here, Lerato. It’s quite the issue when your head’s in the clouds.

By: Lerato

Lerato — Mon, 10 Oct 2016 16:55:44 +0000

I often have to rewind a scene 5 times before i catch it because while i wait for the scene to play again i will have drifted off, then suddenly realise that, oh snap! I missed it again because i stayed in my head for too long.

By: 2 tio

2 tio — Sat, 08 Oct 2016 07:04:36 +0000

wow. what a well thought and writ first person share about the quiet that goes on in your life lead. it struck a strong chord with we, three, respondents. i day dreamed, fantasized as a very young kid. it shaped the creative side of my life. i think i can make a case that it shaped my love of the written word, the song sung, and for a belief in that that dreams are made up.

By: Joel Saito

Joel Saito — Wed, 05 Oct 2016 07:30:11 +0000

Some of my best ideas and inspirations have come when day dreaming while driving. Although it may seem unsafe, I am very much alert to whats going on around me while driving but I have my best thinking time on drives especially with good music. I day dreamed a lot as a kid and couldn’t focus very well in grade school and even in college but now that I’ve been working different jobs the last few years I’ve found it to be super beneficial to come up with new ideas and creations while day dreaming.

I suppose day dreaming gets a bad name but its really just thinking time…

Cool article, thanks!

By: Alex Willging

Alex Willging — Wed, 05 Oct 2016 01:25:26 +0000

I agree, Laura. Thanks for sharing your story. Here’s to us small town kids!

By: Laura Rowlett

Laura Rowlett — Tue, 04 Oct 2016 14:26:32 +0000

I was raised in a very small town on one of the Gulf Islands in BC, Canada. Very secluded, peaceful and quiet, and my brother and I were the only children for miles. I was always told I was too shy when I was very young, by the elderly folk in the area, and then “too quiet”, as a young teen. But as I grew older, I got braver and when the criticism got too much, I would find my voice and, after laboriously putting my own thoughts into one small sentence, I would say “DEFINE “Too Quiet”. And then, abashed with my outburst, run off to a safe place…my room, outside, the barn, the beach, etc. I knew then that yes, I was quiet, but it wasnt wrong, thanks to my parents who never scolded me for voicing my opinion (as long as it was respectfully and politely done). And they went on to teach me that one person, one group, or one organization cant possibly know everything, and, to be your authentic self, you must learn to love who you are. Took me another 20 years to embrace it, but, I finally did. And some of my best ideas and artistic adventures take place thanks to a daydreaming session!