Only the very young do not experience life vicariously; theirs are lived by constant sensory exploration:
|Petting a dog|
|Holding a fish|
|Brushing a kitten's hair|
|Playing in a box|
|Catching rain drops on the tongue|
|Riding a camel|
|Splashing in a rain barrel|
|Or playing in dirt|
I began living life vicariously after I learned to read. I discovered new lands, different ways of thinking and behaving, romance, adventure, mystery and history and words, oh how I loved learning new words. I would be so involved in the story I was reading that I literally was in another world.
Then real life came along. School. Work. Raising a family. I was living the life of myself - the good, the bad, the sad, the happy. From the highest highs to the deepest lows. My life wasn't always what I thought it would be which made living vicariously sometimes attractive....again, a good book or a movie, entering into a friend's story or conversation....getting outside of myself.
One thing I realized early on, as Jim Croce sang, "There never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do once you find them.." (or money). The time runs down as does the ability to do some of those things you found you wanted to do. Which is where living vicariously comes back into play.
I'm never going to get to visit Italy -
I'm never going to be able to hike to Ramona Falls in Oregon -
I'm never going to author a book -
Until then I will keep living my life, doing what I can to experience it, but enjoy living in the past with memories the old photos invoke -
Even going to the Y every day although I complain about it -
I don't see any way I can expunge living vicariously from my life. It is only going to become more and more a part of it - reading books and blogs, enjoying my own and other's photos, listening as stories are told - even watching a day-time (and more than one night-time) soap opera.
No, living life vicariously isn't all bad.