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Imagination is a powerful weapon

Gloomy day! It is cloudy and all I can think of is a blanket and a bed. Wonder how people work in a temperature like this, when one wants to go into a dream land, where miracles happen. I love reading folklore and fairy tales. I love imagining myself to be a character in that and love going into a dreamland, experiencing the stories. The natures, the climate, the houses, the food, the walks, the people, all are somehow, filled with innocence that seems to be void these days.

Did you ever imagine yourself to be a Cinderella or a Snow White? Did you ever imagine a prince charming out there somewhere, the knight in the shining armour, branded for you? Did you ever imagine yourself to be a goblet, alien and disgusting to turn into a beautiful prince charming? Did you ever imagine communicating with squirrels, rabbits, deer or flowers? Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to do that?

Imagination is a powerful weapon. Imagining yourself to be a winner, makes you focus your energies on becoming a winner and imagining yourself to be a sour loser makes you fall into a pit of depression. Imagine a fairy land and suddenly the world seems a better place to live in, with people who are loving and caring, and imagine it to be a gutter and you will find yourself alone. It doesn’t take a master brain to figure out that it is all in your mind to leap and sour or to succumb and fail. Imagine the day to be brilliant and sunny and BAM! Things fall into perspective. Imagine the day to be gloomy and cloudy, boom! There goes your day down an abyss, time that never comes back. Many a time, on a gloomy day, we wake up, forcefully and think, “Life sucks big time!” And on a bright sunny day, we wake up with a smile. But then, when things are in the mindset and your imagination, the gloomy day also turns out to be just right for you. A cup of hot chocolate or coffee, a breath of the cool, fresh air and there goes your sleep for a toss and wow, a smile replaces the frown and you welcome the day with open arms, positive and energetic, forcing it to be urs, challenging it to be not urs and winning over it. That is the power of imagination.

So, toss out the lethargy and go for it!

Comments

Purnima said…
My answers, your honour! :-)

>>Did you ever imagine yourself to be a Cinderella or a Snow White?

CAN I LIE? ;-)

>>Did you ever imagine a prince charming out there somewhere, the knight in the shining armour, branded for you?

YOU KNOW HIM BETTER THAN ME. DON'T YOU?


Did you ever imagine yourself to be a goblet, alien and disgusting to turn into a beautiful prince charming?

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? ROLE REVERSAL?


Did you ever imagine communicating with squirrels, rabbits, deer or flowers? Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to do that?

WHY IMAGINE? I TALK TO THEM, THOUGH PPL CHOOSE FANCY NAMES FOR ME, THEREAFTER.

THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW THE POWER OF IMAGINATIONS, ONCE AGAIN.

Do you know the state I'm in? In the traffic jam of my imaginations. Can you help?
Mahita said…
Well, ur blog speaks for itself, a product of ur imagination. :).

@goblet -- basically, it has something to do with a cursed life turning to be extra-ordinary after a span of time ;). Wonder, when can happy days beckon!! SIGH! It is like a curse waiting to be undone by someone... :)...

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