A Vivid Imagination
I have a very powerful mind, and a very powerful imagination.
Not everyone seems to have as strong as an imagination. I've
only talked to a few that can relate. I can not read scary books
because of my imagination. My mind and body becomes filled with
feelings, haunts of the words and images and I can't finish the
story. It is too much for me, an overwhelming horror of emotion,
and it pains me to read on. I can't watch scary movies for the
same reason. My mind becomes distracted; I imagine the actions
becoming real, but beyond real. A kind of real that I could
exist in, that is unknowingly existing parallel to reality.
I'm a slow reader, but I know it's not because I have reading
problems. I have imagery problems, or for a better showing, I
have too strong of imagery understanding. Such little specks of
imagery can paint vivid paintings in my head. Such vivid use of
imagery can paint such paintings that my mind, not to my want,
wanders off and explores these worlds, leaving me in a daze of a
reading. I often find myself having to reread certain passages
because on my first attempt I was kidnapped by my imagination
and transported into a world of living words and vivid senses.
It is beautiful to see the worlds of writings and words unfold
in my mind, but it is haunting to live them in my thoughts. For
when I watch such movies on war and tragedies, I become empty
inside. I imagine them as real against my want, and my soul
aches for this. I feel too much and see too much, and I am
tortured by such a vivid and unquenched view of the world.
In life there are many things that our souls and minds can
dwell on. We can raise questions on anything, or have endless
memories of certain times. People these days try to hide their
thoughts and feelings. They use medicine and therapy to get rid
of the 'problems' in their lives, when really those 'problems'
are their lives. No thought is pointless. No feeling is empty.
They think it's normal to not feel these things, these
sufferings and pains, these thoughts and emotions, and they
condemn those who are not the same. Those who are not afraid to
say what they feel, who don't live in society's perfect picture,
who question things that 'should not be questioned' are the
normal ones. They are life, and they are the ones who are living.
We're a society that likes to fight things. We like to end
things, to make them better, to make them perfect. We are
foolish in our ways. We can never reach perfection. We can never
make things better. The truest form of anything is natural, and
to taint it with silly teachings and educated guesses of how to
fix things makes it nothing more than a failed scientific
experiment. We need to accept what we are and deal with things
on our own. We can't blame others.