Last night was one of those filled with vivid dreams, the kind you wake up exhausted. I suffer for what I like to call busy sleep. I dream a lot. Every night I have a few. But some nights it’s from the minute I go to bed to the minute I wake up, making waking up very easy actually, almost a relief. I haven’t yet figured out why or if is connected to anything that happened during my day. Which brings me to the topic for today, imagination.
I used to think that everyone had the same levels of imagination, nowadays, I’m not so sure. And does imagination relates to creativity? Perhaps not. What makes a person able to imagine more than others? Do kids that watch lots of tv and read a lot have more imagination than others? Or is it the opposite, the kids who consume less imagine more? Can you imagine something you have never seen? Are kids in Africa, who don’t have access to Tv or books, not able to imagine having superpowers? Does one’s reality needs to be unsatisfactory for our imagination to kick in? Almost like a way of saving us from unhappiness?
This idea really hits me strong, it puts in very clear perspective why books are so important. It’s why I have become so obsessive with writing lately. It’s the kind of legacy I want to leave behind. The seeds of imagination.
Thanks for reading.