I’m someone who has spent a ridiculous amount of time daydreaming about things that were probably way beyond my reach. Dream jobs, dream lives, impossible scenarios, all the things I wanted but had absolutely no idea how to achieve.
And guess what?
None of my delusions ever came true.
Not one. Zero. The universe did not get the memo.
And yet, I’m still a strong advocate for delusion.
Because I enjoyed every minute of it.
Sometimes, life is so difficult that you barely have the energy to get through the day, let alone work toward some grand vision of your future. You’re tired, unmotivated, overwhelmed, and completely clueless about how to get from where you are to where you want to be.
Maybe you don’t have the money, the qualifications, the connections, or the resources. Maybe you don’t even know where to begin.
But you still want things.
And why shouldn’t you?
You’re allowed to want something even when you have absolutely no idea how to get it.
You’re allowed to imagine yourself getting that dream job, living that dream life, or becoming someone you currently cannot imagine becoming. You don’t need a five-year plan. You don’t need a realistic strategy. You don’t even need evidence that any of it is possible.
Sometimes, you just need to lie in bed and imagine that everything is going to work out beautifully.
Let a girl dream.
And honestly, I think Disneyland understands this better than most of us.
People call it the Happiest Place on Earth, and I can’t help thinking that a big part of its magic comes from how unapologetically delusional it is. It’s a place built around wishing upon stars, believing in miracles, following your dreams, fairytales, living happily ever after and the idea that if you believe hard enough, wonderful things might happen.
Is it realistic? Not particularly.
Do I love it? Absolutely.
Because for a little while, you get to live in a world where magic is possible. Where wishes matter. Where life can be beautiful simply because you allow yourself to believe it can.
And maybe that’s the whole point.
Why must we demand that every beautiful thought be realistic? Why must every dream come with a practical plan, a probability calculation, and a list of reasons it probably won’t work?
Reality already has plenty of opportunities to disappoint us. Surely, our imaginations can offer us something a little more exciting.
The happiness doesn’t have to wait for the dream to come true.
You can enjoy imagining your dream life before you have it. You can feel excited about possibilities that may never materialize. You can romanticize a future that has absolutely no business being as glamorous as it is in your head.
And for a little while, life feels lighter.
No, it doesn’t magically solve your problems. Your bills are still there. Your circumstances haven’t changed. Your dream job hasn’t called to offer you a position.
But maybe you feel a little more excited about being alive. Maybe you have something to look forward to, even if it’s entirely imaginary. Maybe you can get through another difficult day because your mind has given you somewhere lovely to escape to.
Sometimes, you genuinely don’t have the energy to pursue your dreams. You don’t have the resources, the motivation, or a clear path forward. You might not be able to change your circumstances just yet.
But you can still want things. You can still imagine possibilities. You can still believe that your story might turn out differently from what your current circumstances suggest.
You can be realistic about your present and delusional about your future.
Those two things can coexist.
None of my delusions came true, but I don’t regret having them. I got to experience the excitement, the anticipation, and the sheer entertainment of imagining possibilities that never existed outside my own head.
Was it productive? Probably not.
Was it fun? Absolutely.
And when life is already difficult enough, I think we’re allowed to have a little fun without demanding that it produce measurable results.
I’m not saying that believing in something guarantees it will happen. I’m saying that you don’t need a guarantee before allowing yourself to hope.
Maybe the dream comes true. Maybe it doesn’t. Either way, you got to experience a little happiness along the way.
So yes, I’m pro-delusion.
Let yourself dream ridiculously big. Let yourself believe in a little magic. Let yourself get excited about a future that might never happen.
You only get one life, and a lot of it involves dealing with things you cannot control. If a little whimsical nonsense makes the journey more bearable, why deny yourself that pleasure?
Stay delusional, girl.
The dream doesn’t have to come true for the daydream to be worth having. ✨
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