Wabble

Memories of home aren’t always filled with comfort, love and trust. It was often the opposite for me, memories of anger, hate, and insecurity.  But to me that’s just life 1.0, the version that I came into the world, as children and hard copies of your parents. There are many things to like and dislike about it, but what choice do we really have but to accept the cards we’ve been dealt with.  It is however how you play those cards that enables us to improve and update ourselves to a newer version.

In what seemed like endless days of captivity in the prison of my childhood, I often sought comfort by emphasizing the mental over physical, Victor Frankl would certainly understand this practice. I focused on putting my daily woes and sorrows aside, to allow myself to freely imagine what and where I want to be, or how I want things to work out, essentially creating your own ideal in life, even if it does not exist at the moment. To make it real you have to picture it, feel it, imagine it, and dream it as often as possible.

As a visual person, I’ve always loved scanning through various reading materials, magazines focusing on the pictures particularly of places and things that I admired. With those images I would imagine myself standing inside them living and breathing them. It was really thrilling and exciting! It somehow filled me up with hope.

You could argue that television, movies, computers and even drug induced highs achieve the same effect of fantasy. Sure they are all forms of manipulating sensory perceptions to induce alternate physical states of mind and realities. But with imagination, you can access that anytime and anywhere by your own will, and that is powerful, and probably the only thing we need to survive in this world.