This is essay-esque. I've no idea where it should really be posted. But I just wrote it. Thought I would share.
Man, what a wonderful thing imagination is. I work with children daily, and I'm constantly amazed at the gigantic imaginations that are stuffed into their little heads. When you're a child, there are no limits. The possibilities are endless. Anything can be done. When do we lose that?
I was raised in a fun, silly, funny family where it was always ok to think anything. Thank God. So, I have a fairly colorful imagination. But there are times when I find myself getting lost in my own trivial 'grown up' world. I literally have to force myself into that child like wonder sometimes. And it's really sad. I can remember being a child and being amazed by absolutely everything. Now I'm probably amazed by 80% of things, 85% of the time.
It's sad.
I've made a pact with myself to think in the abstract every day. To wonder about what motivates a centipede...or if the back yard is really like a giant forest to the insects that live there. To see the world from other perspectives. I think my sense of wonder is what made me a good writer. And this is what I have to do to get that back.
It's all around us. We just have to see it.



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