The Mirror Of Erised: The story of why I stopped looking

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.

I think I went a little wrong somewhere and that realisation was a pretty big understatement. I’ve always been the kind of person you would class as a "dreamer", you know the kid that would zone out in class and conversations. Short- term I’m pretty sure being so invested in my dreams has saved me countless times. What's more reassuring in bad times than the hope it all gets better?

My hope became this double-edged sword. It pushed me to do what was needed to be done in the sacrifice of my present. Until recently I was content, till I realised I had built the foundations of my life on something virtually non-existent.

I started projecting my desires onto people who didn’t possess them. Then unjustly I would feel disappointed when things didn’t go my way.

I wasn’t seeing what I wanted so like the Mirror of Erised my life, my reality became a reflection of my wants. And in turn, I missed out on what I needed. This lack of clarity lead me to lose true sight of myself.

I will continue to dream to give me direction but not at the cost of being present and content. My aim is to live with my head in the clouds and feet on the ground.

By stopping to look for what I want , hopefully, I’ll find what I need.