Reserving Reverie

I must hold back the musings and comfort of my daydreams while embracing my responsibility for tomorrow.

Where's my next plate of food?

The fire crackles, hungry for additional sustenance.

“You should give me a fish to sear.” The fire warmly suggested.

Lost in his reverie, he thought of sitting by a hole in the iced, frozen water, anticipating when he’d catch his next meal.

The fire was like a warm blanket covering his tender body from the relentless howling of the brisk wind.

The snow seeped silently, suffocating his igloo.

The Eskimo was trapped in the despair of the storm.

He woke up from his reverie and made a list of goals for tomorrow.

He reserved his musings and imagination for his responsibility to provide for himself.

Ok, that's all I have for the metaphor.

My newfound love is the word reverie.

If I had to be honest, I don’t daydream often.

But after being introduced to this word, I will practice dreaming during the day.

Getting lost in thought, thinking about the possibility.

It's like looking up into the sky and seeing the vast vibrancy of the cosmos.

Each constellation tells a story.

The Igloo and the Eskimo reverie are refuges from depression, which is personified as the storm outside the igloo.

I often feel stuck in an igloo, waiting for the storm to pass.

All I can do is wait and reverie the time away.

What about you? Do you reverie often?