Marking boundaries for escapism

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 12^th 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.