Today I choose the real world (on imagination)

You know book restlessness? Like when you finish a good book and try stand up from wherever you were reading? You’re almost dizzy and you have to shake yourself to remember the real world.
Even if it was a sad book, you kind of want to yell, or sing, or dance. Or all three. I have that right now, but I have to wonder if it’s really book restlessness, or just purely restlessness. Maybe the book just, made me think. I mean, I guess it’s still “book restlessness”, but with good reason.

I think I’m at a place in my life where I need to be uneasy. Because if I’m not at least a little uneasy, will I really change, take chances and do new things? 

I Choose the Real World

By: A Ginger

I’d like adventure, but I’m not sure where

I’d like companionship, whom with I do not yet know 

I am restless, I am lonely 

Today I will take those (or should I say receive them?) as a gift

For  restless, the best course of action would be seeking adventure 

For loneliness, should I not seek out people? 

Certainly, I could create these within my imagination 

Build lovely people, an adventurous life, and it could be marvelous 

Much like reading a story 

Yet I would awake or shake off the imagine, and be once again in this world 

This world that I hadn’t left, just ignored for awhile 

Much like the ending of a good book

Out of the fog, I am delivered to,

Live my real life 

Rather than choosing stories only to arrive in myself again,

I believe I will stay in myself.

This time I choose to stay in the real world.

To create my own adventure 

And build real memories

On Imagination

I spent much of my childhood inside of my imagination. This was not due to bad parenting or a hard childhood. I genuinely had an incredible childhood and am blessed with a wonderful family.

I believe God built such intense imaginations specifically in the minds and hearts of storytellers. It is then up to the storytellers to determine how powerful their stories will be.

There is certainly no lack of powerful story in our wild world! Imagination is a blessing! It has created beauty of escape since the, well, the beginning of time I guess.

As someone with a distracting imagination, I can also argue the opposite. My own imagination has stolen precious hours of my life over the years. Many days that should have been “core memories”, all I remember is being stuck in my own head.

The poet Atticus said “Always pity the thinkers for they are cursed with their own imagination.” I couldn’t have written it better. 

I intend to write about the beauties of imagination and storytelling in the future, but today I choose the real world.