Any body who knows me, knows that I’m a sucker for deep thoughts and meaningful conversations. And somehow, thankfully, I was able to find two such idiots to share this obsession with. Therefore, I thought of asking them some thought provoking questions, to see their reactions and understand them better. Because, obviously, I had nothing better to do. It was kind of like my own personal experiment and the two idiots were my lab rats.
My nightmares are filled with whispers and laughter
Of every human being I’ve known till now
They are branded everywhere on my skin,
Reminding me again and again of what a coward I am.
Sometimes they are white noises,
But sometimes they are loudest than ever before
Forcing me to kneel and beg for forgiveness
Apologise for the wrong I hadn’t done
Feel sorry for a mistake I hadn’t committed
Like how the base feels through your skin
And makes its presence be felt
Just in a very, very, very agonising way.
It collects in you
The burden of their ugly laughter keeps collecting on your back
The chest pain starts accelerating
Pressure stars building up behind your eyes,
Your throat become sore and dry
Your insides wrinkle onto whatever air is left within you
Your muscles break with the tension of keeping your body upright
When you are just curling around whatever you have left in you
To ground you and hold you but you’re losing it
It’s building and building up inside you
And you are too afraid to let go
And then it is too late because when you hear
“Are you fine?”
Your insides burst into a million pieces
And get scattered around your vulnerably bare soul
Like the stars in the wide, infinite universe.
Like the stars in the wide infinite universe.
When an apple fell on Newton’s head, he didn’t curse and throw the apple away. He didn’t blame God or condemn his fate for sitting in the exact same spot where an apple would fall on him and disrupt his concentration. Instead, he embraced the situation and let his thoughts run wild. Isaac Newton, from that moment onwards started his journey towards discovering gravity. From letting his imagination fly away, with no limitations or boundaries, he found the force that grounds us. Only through the power of imagination, he found something that later on gave him his identity.
Imagination is exciting. It is pure, unique and only a few have the energy to know its full strength. When let loose, it can carry us to a whole new world which we never thought existed. It gives us a vision which instead of narrowing things down like a telescope, widens our perspective, showing us things which our little, insignificant, devoid of imagination human minds couldn’t have possible even thought of. Imagination helps us cope, dream, grow and create worlds filled with contentment, hope and ambition. Its power helps us get lost to find ourselves again.
However, what most people think is that through imagination, one looses themselves completely to a utopian world which will never exist – that they lose their connection to the real world. Some even argue that imagination doesn’t help people because it’s unrealistic and highly idealistic. But what these cynical humans fail to understand is that this world cannot function without the help from other worlds – the worlds which exist in creative peoples’ minds. Poets, artists, writers, scientists, all would perish had it not been for their imagination. Galileo was called mad and was executed for taking his stance against the blind believes of the Church. However, had it not been for him, we would still be oblivious to the wonderful galaxies and creations that exist outside the Earth.
Moreover, imagination instead of diverting us from reality, allows our inner creativeness to find another hidden trail in the dense forest of life which helps lead us to our destination in a better, different and more efficient way. Our imagination may make us day dream during our science or maths classes but it still gives rise to a notebook filled with drawing, sketches, doodles, poems or even another best-selling novel.
Therefore, most people need to believe and understand that imagination – a little offspring of wonder and creativity isn’t handicapped but a wise trait which can begin or end a revolution.