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my imagination is that I moved new city with family in Mountain view and enjoying beaches there
his kid was drawing, and using his imagination he drew a monster, it had tentacles, the face of a wolf, and only one eye.
It is flow, letting your mind breathe out color and wings, of capturing clouds in jars, and painting with flowers, to see the sky beneath your feet, to feel rainbows.
I always live in my imagination, I just imagine myself in situations that are never gonna happen.
Sometimes these alternate realities that I imagine ruins my day.
IMAGINATION!!…Probably a collaboration of our brain and mind..What we think and picturise about something, in our mind..It could be a positive or negative thing .. Our minds are crazy and naughty.thwy hardly listen to us
IMAGINATION!!…Probably a collaboration of our brain and mind..What we think and picturise about something, in our mind..It could be a positive or negative thing
My reality has always been one to escape. I would leave my sadness, anger and unworthiness behind, diving into the world my imagination could create. My teachers would commend me for my imagination and creative stories. Yet what they did not understand, was these new realms were simply my escape. I suddenly had a loving family, I was no longer living in poverty, I could even travel the universe, ride free on the open range , save a village and even matter to someone I chose.
A world where I can be anything I want. A dream that can become reality. True love exists and will bring happiness. I used to believe that lie. It was all a creation of one’s imagination. The world I live in judges, condemns, uses and abuses and only the small few surpass and succeed, while the rest are left to merely survive.
Imagination makes life better. A little easier. The crazy wonderful world inside our head is, sometimes, the only thing that bring solace to our otherwise disturbed life.
Every edifice of society, every monument of progress, every marvel of technology, they were all once ephemeral whispers in the corridors of imagination. It’s in these hallowed halls we glimpse the dawn of tomorrow.
imagination is powerful. sometimes i’m scared to imagine too much in fear that i might create something too good, which could then be imagined away
the currency of change is minted in the vaults of imagination. it’s the intangible wealth that fuels the engines of progress and navigate the roadmap of the future…
The shackles of reality pale in the face of a liberated imagination. Our thoughts, unfettered by the tangible, roam the boundless plains of possibility, hunting for the elusive prey of unexplored ideas.
The mind is an artist, with the world as its canvas. It paints with the colors of our imaginations, each thought a stroke, each dream a splash of vibrant hue. Within these galleries, we explore the boundaries of our realities.
have let myself