Today I decided:

I'd rather die of insanity than of boredom.

I would rather live with my chaotic imagination and thoughts, than live with a dull imagination. Yes, my chaotic imagination threatens my sanity and mental health at times, but the worlds I live in mesmerize me. The beauty, the characters, the love... even the painful heartbreak... are worth keeping because the daydreams remind me I am alive.

I am alive.
The love, pain, anger, joy, laughs.
I am alive.

No, I will not get my head out of the clouds.
I will continue to imagine countless stories and scenarios as long as I live.