When you connote words to real life situations, words start
symbolising meanings that aren’t a trial for our memory but condensed version
of an elaborative thought. “Escapism” is one such word for me. I got acquainted
with this word in my 12th Standard English textbook. It was a story
about a man who used to virtually travel non-existent places. As an explanation
to his awkward behaviour, we often wrote that his fantasy was a medium of
escape from the real world. Though we may not exhibit similar extreme
behaviour, we all at some point in time find ways to escape our current
situation. The medium can be some sort of entertainment, a light hearted chat
with a friend or a little tour to our own little fancy world. All sounds good.
But we may sometimes head towards other disruptive medium (say alcohol). An
escape is revitalising if it directs us towards peaceful indulgence or some
creative pursuit. The moment it treads us towards an atmosphere of external
noise and internal loss of consciousness, escapism deviates us from our
original course altogether pushing us into darkness. So let’s retain escapism
in its positive application and mark boundaries for ourselves. Its relieving to
get lost for a while but whiling away for long may close doors for return.
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