I love Disney because it gives me a breach from adulting. It returns my inner child the chance to run loose. I can turn off my email notifications. I can dismiss my texts. I can stop stressing, stop overthinking, stop haunting over all of the things I have to take care of when I get back home. I lastly have the chance to tighten. To pass myself a disruption from the stress of being an adult.
I love Disney because it’s the one place where I appear safe. When I’m there, I feel like nothing bad could happen. I feel like an exciting, mystical moment could occur at any second instead of worrying that something horrendous is going to happen like I naturally do during everyday life. At Disney, I temporarily turn into an optimist. Into someone who enjoys the moment. Someone who loves life.
I love Disney because it stirs me believe in true love. In wizard. In eternally. It stimulates me believe that anything is possible.
I love Disney because it is a reminder of my childhood. I used to visit when I was little, and even though their own families is imperfect, all of the remembrances I have from Disney are golden edged. They’re my happiest remembrances. Reminiscences from back before I knew what a violent home “the worlds” was. Back when I thought it was normal for people to stand on the edge of wall street with their Mickey mitts, waving and smiling. Back when I remembered people were inherently good. Back when I thought lineages remained together, when I mulled adore was freely given.
I love Disney because of the road it prepares “i m feeling”. Young. Innocent. Excited. It impels me feel like I actually matter, because everyone is treated with kindness there. I can get attention from the specific characteristics I grew up watching on the big screen, other guests who traveled from across the globe, or random cast members sowed in all areas of the ballpark. They are all delightful. They all have good centres. It is like they all care about me.
I love Disney because it’s one of the few places where is happy without exception. When I tour a food market or a movie theatre back home, the workers look sorry, like they would rather be anywhere else on the planet, like they are counting down the hours until they can get into bed again. But at Disney, everyone wears a smile. Everyone talks to you like you are best friends. Everyone is roused to be there( or is at least good at to be excited ).
That’s the thing about Disney. It’s easy to feign when you’re surrounded by castles and roller coasters and personas. You can feign like your life isn’t falling apart. You can impersonate like everything is okay. You can pretend like you don’t have a worry in the world.
I love Disney, because it gives me a violate from the stress of everyday life. It’s an escape. It’s the happiest place on Earth.