“A friend told me I’m delusional. I almost fell off my unicorn.” – Unknown
As a kid I was constantly concerned about drowning in an unplanned encounter with a pool of quicksand, I worried about super villains, a possible killer-insect invasion and whether or not the Power Rangers would be available should there be ..you know.. a need. Simpler times right ? I would play with my toy cars and imagine highways complete with traffic and bad drivers. My imagination was not yet chocked by the overrated fumes of reality.
“There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds” – GK. Chesterton
This Christmas season had me thinking a lot about the power of imagination. Kids find it a lot easier to believe in Santa because their imagination hasnt yet been tampered with. Nicole Beckwith writes about unicorns that their beauty is in what they represent. For me they represent dreams, a healthy imagination and a little magic. Adults struggle a lot more with imagination as they’ve had years of being given reality checks from all angles including parents, friends and life itself.
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
We’re constantly being ‘protected’ from our own imagination running wild. What if we allow ourselves to dream a little ? What if we return to the true version of ourselves that sees the world through a sparkly lense ? I want that for myself. I want sillyness and passion. I want to be unboxed so I can roam free. I want to be the ship that wrestles the waves because I left the safety of the dock. I want to dream. To close my eyes and see galaxies.
To the world that has constantly taken away my energy and my sanity, I have to insist that I keep the unicorn.