March 2, 1999

Imagination vs. Reality

When I was a kid, I known as a daydreamer. What did I dream of is a question a lot of you who try to figure me out are probably asking now. I thought about a lot of things. I had entire stories where I was not a main character. Some of these tales I even continue today. There were other dreams starring me, usually with the fantasy of being able to fly.

I still slip into daydreams every now and then and I usually feel guilty afterwards. At some point in maturing, I learned the location of the fine line between reality and imagination. People live in the real world, work in the real world, die in the real world. The majority of what matters is found in reality. I cannot defeat evil or better the world or make a friend smile by just imagining such a world in my head.

It almost seems like imagination is all forgotten in this world. I can still imagine whenever I choose, but I pick the times now and usually view it as only imagination, nothing concrete. But... what if my imaginings were true? What prevents them from being true? If I push hard enough for my dreams, is there any guarantee of failure? NO! Our minds are objects of reality. Whatever we think of is somehow real, perhaps improbable, but always in potential.

Children often face a harsh dose of reality when they learn something (like flying) is all but impossible and cry or throw tantrums. We call this growing up. They learn a lesson. What's wrong with learning more in our old age? There is just as much education in our heads as their is in the universe.