I imagine sometimes that I can slice off the top of my head as easily as I do that of a hard boiled egg. Why, I hear you ask, would you want to do that? and to be fair to you, that is a very good question.
I imagine my brain is like a patchwork quilt, made up of all different little scraps of information, my substitute for material. Over the years, due to use, various little bits of the quilt have become ragged and worn, while others remain intact, hardly touched or used (most likely anything to do with mathematics).
It’s still useful and does it’s job, but I want it to grow. I want it to continue to evolve and become something magical. I want to take out the quilt and wash it, start afresh, be able to rectify my mistakes and grow into something more than I am now.
“Imagination does not become great until human beings, given the courage and the strength, use it to create.”
― Maria Montessori
I believe I do have imagination (in small doses). My mind is a weird, wonderful and sometimes scary place. My problem is that I lack the courage to send it forth into the world. I still hold back on some of the things I want to say lest I meet with disapproval and disappointment. Like too many things I reign it in, say / write nothing and then end up falling out with myself and the world in general.
So I shall imagine I have the courage to face my fears!
Written for Don Charisma’s Prompt – Imagine.