It’s the moment of bliss, and it’s the moment of not so bliss. You’re high, and then, you’re low. You’re up just like that, and you’re down. When in the pit, it just seems like you’ll never get out. All the doors are shut on you, and even if there was a glimpse of hope somewhere, you’re just too depressed to get up and reach the other side. Even in your depths of despair, you’re comfortable, and completely immovable. It’s as if you’re frozen in time.
Here’s the thing though, you’re not looking for a way out so that you’re back here again at some future moment. You want a loophole. You search for- and, might I add, in vain- a capsule in time, so that you can reach the other side, if it exists of course. Your whole humanity lies on this concept though. If it’s not there, everything you do is in vain, means nothing, and will never amount to anything. Who really cares about leaving a legacy- a name, a place, a something- in life if you’re not going to remember it yourself; if you don’t care about the other side, then you’re a better human than I could ever hope to be.
So then, you know it’s a stretch of imagination, but for some of you, since you’ve been living in this other world for some time now; it’s no stretch at all. It’s almost as if your other world and this reality are about to collide- something’s about to break through, or break out. You can feel it, touch it, get lost in it, become one with it, and… until you wake up, or get a phone call to make your next payment for whatever, to drive to wherever, to work at such and such place, or to take care so and so, or…. The list can go on. Reality comes crawling back, as if to suck you in again. And into the mundane you leap- un-voluntarily, but nevertheless necessarily.
But why? Why reality? Why does it have to be this way? What are we trying to accomplish here? Sanity? Really? So, the whole point of living is learning how to remain sane in the midst of the chaos around us? Accomplishing things and hopefully lending a hand to society- that’s it? Then what? Shouldn’t it be more than this? We keep saying that we’re not robots and wish not to be treated as one, but our conducts prove otherwise.
I see people around me every day, going through the motions, wearing a serious face to show their dedication, and to prove to everyone around them that they know what they’re talking about and they have things figured out. If that’s not what they mean to say or show is beside the point. It’s what’s showing on its own- the façade- the face on the outside that tries so hard to hide the chaos on the inside. How long do you think that’s going to last? One day, you’re bound to blow up and the whole world will see it.
I love artists- any kind of artists. The kind of artists that put everything on the line; the ones that have to reach deep inside and experience the good and the ugly, whether it’s fake or real. The artists that tap into the other world are the most sane people I know. To be open and honest, up and down, emotional and rigid, love and hate, harbor and forgive… these are what make us human. But the other world offers excitement, danger, ecstasy, adventure, uncertainties… the unseen, unknown, unheard of…. Just imagine the possibilities.
We have spent lifetimes discovering things and developing society. What if none of it is in vain? What if there’s more? What if there’s more beyond anyone’s imaginings? Just think about it—we have come this far and done so much; what if it doesn’t end with a lifetime? What if we go on? What if the journey doesn’t stop when our breaths are gone? What if the journey just begins?
This is what I think, so buckle up, because I believe in imagination. Imagination gives life, it gives breath to ideas. I remember the Bible saying something along the lines of “We only know in part.” If that’s true, then my imaginations will amount to something one day. We dream of a world beyond our reach- a world of peace and excitement- an adventure. It’s calling to me, and I know it’s calling to everyone. You’ll never be satisfied with this life, because it’s not supposed to satisfy you and me. We’re made to continue, we’re made to go from stage to stage, from glory to glory. What do you think that means? Think about it.
We’re dreamers. What you dream will be your reality. So, let’s keep dreaming. The dreams are right around the corner, but we shouldn’t have one or two dreams. Dream big, and dream endlessly. This is our gift that’s been given to us. It’s yours and it’s mine. Don’t throw it away, and don’t hide behind your humanity. You have a soul- let it soar. It’s supposed to have a better function than just keeping you alive.
And finally, please stop existing! Live.