I'm about to do something nerdy. If you're not into the literary tie-in, you can probably actually skip to the end.
For those of you who haven’t read or require a brush-up, in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (or Philosopher’s Stone) by J. K. Rowling, while sneaking around the castle one night, Harry encounters a magical object called the Mirror of Erised.
When Harry, who is essentially an orphan, looks into the mirror, he sees himself surrounded by family. Delighted by what the mirror has shown him, he returns with his friend Ron to share the vision. What Ron, who is often out-shown by older brothers, sees instead is something very different: his own reflection slightly aged, handsome, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and head boy at Hogwarts. Ron is also enthused by what he sees at first sight but, unlike Harry, does not return to the mirror another night.It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi (note from under skies: read it backwards).
Upon returning, Harry has a run-in with Dumbledore, and the headmaster explains to him the function and perils of the mirror.
All of that being said, metaphorically speaking, how much time do you spend in front of the Mirror of Erised? I won't ask you to divulge "the deepest, most desperate desire[s] of [your] hearts," but when I say that, do you already have an idea of what you'd probably see in the mirror?”Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?”
“It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. [...] However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible. [...]
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.”
INFPs are often referred to as the Idealists. We’re thought of as dreamers, and I’ve observed around the forum many of us speaking of our own impracticality or being accused of impracticality. How impractical are your dreams or ideals, really? Do you think they ever get in the way of real life, or are they simply a part of who you are? What are your thoughts?
I've just been thinking a lot about my personal tendency to live in my own head quite a bit. There's introversion and there's fantasy, but where should you draw the line, you know?