Do you remember when you believed anything was possible?
Just imagine how different many of our lives would be if we approached it with the same imagination we had when we were kids. I remember when I was younger, I use to stand on my bed pretending it was a stage and the hairbrush in my hand was a microphone. Into that hairbrush I would sing my heart out, belting out tunes from my favorite singers. I did not think about whether or not my singing was good or bad. It didn’t matter. All I focused on was that I was enjoying singing.
As children, we existed in a realm of possibilities. The harshness of reality had not yet numbed us to being amazed by the ordinary. We allowed our curiosity to inspire us and our imaginations to break down barriers. As adults, we now tend to tether these things. As adults, we have taught ourselves to settle for what is instead of pursing what could be, becoming prisoners of our own reality. Imagination does not have to be an enemy of reality, but it is always an enemy to progress. We need imagination to solve problems, to create, to change, to make better. Without it, there is no real advancement in our society or in ourselves. How can we ever realize our potential without it?