When I was in high school I used to daydream constantly. I would fantasize about my life, in a glorified manner. I would be older, I would travel the world, I would fall in love, I would be beautiful, I would have the most amazing dog. I would be everything I ever, even briefly, wanted myself to be.
Now I don't daydream as much, or ever. I have real-life things to think about, to consume my thoughts rather than fantasizing about silly things. Now I am older. Now I've travelled. Now I've been in love. Maybe now I am beautiful. Now I think my ordinary mutt of a dog is pretty amazing.