why we should not fall in love with the idea that lives in our heads

When was the last time you did not fall in love with one of your thoughts, situations, or inventions? call it however you want to, it is still something you make up in your head. The answer is far more complex than the question itself, at least for me. It amazes me how a single mental thread makes you feel every available emotion, and it is not something that will come true, even if you want it bad. The brain works strangely, just by imagining a situation happening you can feel the same emotions and your brain will consider it as a reality, of course, beware that it’s only your reality, never make of it more than that. I know it’s hard.

Let me explain this phenomenon, imagination is the experience of an object that is not present. There is a difference between perception and imagination, in perception, we experience the object fully it represents the center of the experience, while in imagination the object is in the periphery, and at the center we have the experience of the object itself. Both are treated by the same paths in our brain, so your imagination is just perception without the object. It’s like, of course, the object exists, it is just absent.

How can you stop your imagination? How can you put a pause on this? How can you stop your reality? Are you even able to stop your reality? Do you even want to stop your reality? Maybe that is the only thing that allows you to sleep at night, even if it’s not real. The easy way out is to experience our imagination, gathering those few seconds of ecstasy and coming back into reality. Is it better to feel too much or not enough? Is it better to lie to yourself or sadness?

I don’t think there is a plausible answer to any of the rhetorical questions I proposed above, I wish it was that easy. I’ve been lying to myself lately, I’ve been imagining too much of my life to the point of delusion. Someone could say that imagining is the only thing we know, it’s like living in your head is the only thing I know.

And what do you do when you realize it’s not real, What then? Is it time wasted or time spent in a good way? Why can’t we differentiate between imagination and reality? Does your head become you or do you become your head? Where is the optimization of feelings in that? Can you even optimize feelings? I’m not so sure.