If there is one thing I would love to possess once again, it’s my imagination; you see, my imagination today is not functioning half as well as it used to when I was a kid. I guess it’s because the inexorable reality of life had to keep up with me and while I was enjoying the comfort of the temporal existence that anime and books gave me, it just was not enough. Life had to stress on me its harsh and irrevocable reality. As a kid, I could make worlds exist under a teacup, write one crazy story after another, and fill an entire notebook with stupid drawings — and it’s all because my imagination ran as free as it could ever get! Now, I could barely write a single sensible short story or even draw an elf without reality manacling me, it’s even a miracle I could come up with things to write about here.
Now the reason for my silly rants is J.K. Rowling’s Harvard commencement speech which I recently reread. Imagination, in her words, in its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, is the power that enables us to empathise with humans whose experiences we have never shared. Furthermore, she said, Many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are…They can refuse to know.
So without an active imagination, how am I supposed to live beyond my experience? What I could do is imagine things to a certain degree — the only problem is, that degree has already been conditioned by insipid reality thus preventing me from going further. Is there a point in everybody’s life where the prosperity of one’s imagination is greatly tested? I don’t know about the rest but I could definitely attest to that which is why my life has been anything but a leap of faith. I have been to discreet in my choices and actions, never bothering to loosen the constraint for a moment.
I guess my shallowness will someday come to haunt me but hopefully it might put me back on track. 🙂