January 30, 2021
Rather than use my imagination to conjure the worst-case scenarios (as I have done so well in the past), I have been flipping the script lately and dreaming of what could be. Being realistic and pragmatic was how I operated most of my life. I didn’t understand why anyone would deviate from that. When I saw that there was another approach to life—one that was easier, more satisfying, and sometimes miraculous, by changing your thoughts, I decided it was time to give it a shot. I’ll admit that it took a while for me to truly “get it.” But, now I see that imagination is a tool to bridge a dream to reality. It’s the way people have survived and evolved.
March 23, 2021
Seeing all the chalk art in the neighborhood makes me recall my favorite scene in Mary Poppins, in which the main characters jump into one of Bert’s drawings, as if it were normal. It takes imagination to understand the sequence, so it’s fitting that the film’s audience is children. Using our imagination need not be reserved for fantasy, though. We can apply it to bring about real results. For example, reaching for something that hasn’t been done or doesn’t exist isn’t always logical. When given careful thought and consideration, however, it can become the reasonable thing to do. The catch is, letting ourselves go there. Shedding old beliefs and ignoring reality some of the time requires a lot of believing in the unknown. But, the payoff is discovery. And, new experiences are what we live for, even when they only take place in the mind.
March 6, 2022
Sometimes I get carried away by others’ emotions, that I can’t distinguish them from my own. Detachment, I’m learning, allows me to reclaim my headspace and see things more clearly. It also delivered an old memory, in which I had remarkable sway. I was about twelve years old when I got glasses. So, it must have been around this time when I thought I lost them at a parking lot. My family members searched frantically inside the car, as I tried to locate them inside my head. It probably took a few seconds for me to look at my reflection on the window and notice that they were on my face all along! The fear of its absence was so strong, none of us bothered to see with our eyes. The wild thing about being human is that we can see with our imagination, for better or worse.