Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Holiday Homage Part Eleven: Imagination
HENRY DAVID THOREAU:
The world is but a canvas to the imagination.
Imagination is more important than knowledge. For while knowledge defines all we currently know and understand, imagination points to all we might yet discover and create.
Apathy can be overcome by enthusiasm, and enthusiasm can only be aroused by two things: first, an ideal, with takes the imagination by storm, and second, a definite intelligible plan for carrying that ideal into practice.
Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are everything in this world.
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.
There was a recent facebook survey floating about in which a few of my friends partook and asked questions of others. #7 posed the eager participant to ask a question of the interviewee. One of those asked of me was:
Do you ever get bored?
I answered that I have been bored maybe 10-15 times in my entire life. One of the gifts that my parents gave me (especially my Mom) was the art of imagination. I am able to make even the smallest of things as grand as I could ever possibly desire simply by taking flight in imagination.
And I am in perpetual flight. I imagine and role-play my life and others and all the avenues in which they could tread. At any one time, there are various stories waltzing in my daydreams. So I personally do not understood boredom. There is always a story to write, characters to visit in my head, on DVDs, and in books. Even in the past few months where I have been more shut off from the world than I have ever been before, I never entered the chamber of boredom (or secrets for that matter -- ah, Potter humour is always in fashion). Quite the antithesis actually.
There are moments I am on the most loving date where the world seems to pause for a few moments, performing in a picturesque venue for a receptive audience, imbued with powers that no one has ever seen (I love those), sipping coffee in Central Perk (and I do not even like coffee) and making Phoebe laugh and bow to my tangential powers, and a slew of other lives and realities.
I have never been more aware of the man I am, the man I was, and the man I want to be.
I have never been more aware that I have an arsenal of blessings at my disposal.
I have never believed in life, love, my friends, and my spirit more.
Imagination is the breeding ground for all my gifts, where I develop my courage, my talents, and, well, who I am.
People often say they find me joyous. If for no other reason, I am joyous because I was given the power to dream, to think my way in and out of things, to explore, and to find pure and utter contentment from within. I thank my parents and the intangible elements in my spirit that align me with something far bigger than who I am alone... I am not sure how others define this magic, but I note its existence in me.
I want to share my imagination with the world through this blog, my songs, my stories, my characters, my words, my heart and I feel ready. Now, after thirty years, it is nice to say that I like my REAL life just as much as the imagined one.
But first, I had to imagine it. Therein, lies enchantment I could never fully illuminate...