Imagination does inhibit too much of my daily life, most especially before I go to sleep. No matter how run-down my body is, my brain will refuse to shut down without doing a frolic of procastination before consciousness closes. I don’t know where my brain gets its power, but I remember going through stories, movies, visuals over and over in my head before snoozine since way back when. It is probably from my love for animation, anime, DVDs, etc. I love them too much to let go. I swear I’d die if you remove all animation and DVDs from my grasp.
My dad did told me for so many times how childish he sees me watching anime (Japanese cartoons). He doesn’t know better what exactly kind of cartoons anime is. He stays in this world of animation being for kids and grown-ups have no time for such when pursuing survival in reality. *sigh* It is hard to get into most parents (of my generation) how different the ways were today from their time.
Oh dear, I am straying away from the topic again. As I said, I may not take it if all DVDs, books, stories, most especially anime, was removed from this world. It is almost like I was born to love them, to constantly pursue each and every story I could hold onto. Then, at night, after each run of episodes or movie, everything will replay itself in my head, until my subconscious takes over and suddenly starts to make a plot of its own, possibly mingling different scenarious from different sources, interweaving characters into a clump of new roles, unknown places spring out from hidden mysteries of the earth, a new set of beautiful concerto weaving its way to background music.
I have my subconscious movies. Most of the time, I am in them, together with fave actors and actresses, my mythological beings as my companions. Or I have the ability to travel through space and time through a mirror. Yes, I admit all the time, my movies gear towards fantasies. My subconscious dwells a lot into the mythical, spiritual, fantasy and imaginary genre. Why so, I’m not really sure,
Maybe because…
I refuse to dwell too much on my problems. I refuse to end with sleepless nights from the pressures of life. I refuse to constantly believe that “Life is not a bed of roses.” I refuse to believe that this is all there is in reality. I refuse to believe this is the only life I would ever know. I refuse to believe this are the only possibilities the whole world can offer.
I want to think that everything is not answerable alone to logic and science. I want to believe there is more to what knowledge can possibly give us. I think everyone, in one time or another, had thought the same thing.
Is this all the options life has to offer?
Is this the only world there is?
Isn’t there something out there bigger, not only me, but for everyone out there?
Mystery, myth, fantasy. Without these ingrained in me, I would have probably gone insane. I take them as a kind of balance, another form of sanctuary away from mundane life. My fascination to fantasy and animation is something I am not ashamed to tell everyone. Everybody has their way to unwind.
In my case, I happen to like lying down in my bed, and imagine. :)
