My imagination runs wild, all the what if’s and endless possibilities! I have always been the same, creating scenes in my head, so vivid it could be real.
Is what we imagine, what we truly want? If I can picture it, doesn’t that mean there is some part of me that secretly wants it?
I love how creative my imagination can be, picturing the back story of passers by or the little birds feeding in the garden, thinking about the demands of their life, whether maybe we have something in common, or are complete opposites!
I love the ability to imagine, a world that is full of endless wonder and hope! Whether it be a character in a book or my future goals. My imagination fuels my ability to dream!
What are we without the ability to imagine?
Thanks for reading,