Hey everyone! Just thought of something interesting about imagination:
Imagination is one of the greatest accomplishments of the human mind. You can construct any picture or movement you want in your head, whether good or bad. It's almost like a superpower; it's invincible and can be used for mass destruction in life, or it can be used for selflessness and helping other people out.
No one truly knows how powerful your imagination is or how you yourself can use it...until you bring it to life. Only until then will a person truly know what you have come up with in your mind.
Do we use imagination to fulfill good works in life? Do we use the gifted mind we were born with to pay more careful attention to the things we take for granted? Or do we instead crave the pictures of ever-threatening destruction, and the terrible hurt our minds have constructed? Do we instead want to use our imagination toward lustful desires and dark longings no one else realizes you have?
To tell the truth, we're human, and I think we want both at times, even if we don't admit it to ourselves.
Sometimes when we're feeling one way, let's say bitter and thirsty for vengeance, we want to hurt other people and use the golden key 'Imagination' to make those pictures come alive.
Or let's say we feel another way, such as happy and bright. When we feel that way, at times we long to use our key 'Imagination' to unlock the door in our heart and make some wonderful ideas come to life, ideas that could elevate other people around us.
Imagination is so extremely powerful. It's one of the main keys that has caused mass destruction throughout history in life...but it has also caused the rebuilding of life. And I hope we all use that powerful key we have to actually be useful in life to other people, to revive the education that is slowly bleeding away into dust, and for the pure liveliness we have to come alive.
Ha, speaking of imagination, here's a poem I came up with. It's not really a poem, because it has barely any structure, but it's something I wrote nevertheless:
My Confuddeld Brain. (Or Is It Befuddled?)
What poem am I going to come up with today?
The ideas seem stuck,
And the thoughts do not stay,
much to my terrific dismay!
I think and I think, but nothing comes to mind.
My brain seems terribly fried.
I look and I look, but ideas can't find.
Why, what's this? It's come alive, my poem in kind!
Maybe I don't have shame to think upon,
Perhaps my brain is actually alive,
Because a poem I'm writing (maybe not long)
But still a poem! And now, I burst into song...
Because an actual poem this could be!
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