Life contains only what we dream and what we do. The rest is just noise of other people doing. And some dreaming.
As we age, our ability ‘to do’ declines, wears out – just as our bodies wear out. Hips and knees, we can get new ones now.
But our imagination doesn’t come with breakable parts. No need to put it on the shelf, never becomes obsolete or worn out. It’s only lubrication requirement is regularly closing your eyes and imagining what no one else can.
If you open those naiive eyes – imagination is hard.
Still, you see baby’s smile says ‘thinking about lunch’. Mischievous faces, trusting children plotting. Hopeful gazes, lovers in phases.
Future, neither certain nor pre-conceived – don’t need a book, just close your eyes – have a look, imagination is easy. Eyes cannot see imagination. Wherever we go, imagination is easy to pack. Hard to photograph imaginary friends, faces never seen, places we’ve never been. Or eat imaginary food. But hey, no calories …
Disney started with just a mouse. Edison began with ideas and scraps. No competition. Every minute of child’s play, imagination running wild. Start guilelessly …
The imagination doesn’t punch a clock – works 24/7, like investing in a vending machine or a web-business – it’s always working whether or not you are. When we put our body down to sleep at night – or take a mid-day nap, we have time to awaken our mind like a box, not a place of negativity opened by Pandora – but a full mind, one you open. You go through life with that. Why not have it open?
P.S.: I love this Thomas Edison quote: The chief function of the body is to carry the brain around.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 14C/57F, light damp breeze, another sunny day (to be followed by a full hot week if you trust the weather forecast!), Gusta wanted to have a long walk – and I needed one, so we enjoyed block after block of nothing but lawns and parked cars, lawns and parked cars. No critters, no people, just my dog. And me.