Should we consider ourselves lucky that we were gifted (if not big, but at least a little as well for some of us) with such a tool to use? The imagination is after all, the fantasy place where we come up with the impossible, and if we were good/talented enough, make that impossible possible in reality.
I've always had quite the imagination. And if some of you know me well enough, I think you'd agree with me if I said my imagination was a little on the wild side too.
And just recently only have I realised the fine line I was treading on between my own imagination, and the real world. Just one misstep, would take me over the line right into fantasy. And although most of the time I have my other foot back in the real world as an anchor, what's going to happen if my anchored foot so happens to get un-achored from the real world?
Definitely a deep spiral down into insanity.
Sometimes, I wonder if I am actually already on that joyride down into insanity... Unaware perhaps? Or maybe, in denial.
