Katie Maurice
Last night, an image of my childhood ran thru my mind. And, I decided to name the little girl I lost Katie Maurice in hopes that she will return. Talking to my best friend (and reading the stories and poems my other friends wrote), I realized I was my most depressed when my imagination wasn't flourishing.
When someone is eight, we tell them it's okay to imagine. But, as we get older, we need to stop and be realistic.
Why?
Can't someone have flights of fancy and still be responsible? Why do we kill our imaginations as we grow up? Our imaginations should be what saves our sanity when things are a little rough.
I know how old I am. I know I have responsibilites. No one has to remind me. But, why can't I imagine that I am some faerie princess in love with a mortal? Why must I focus only on the reality of life and not let my imagination loose every so often?
Adults are dull and boring because they have not once ounce of imagination in them.
I am making a statement now that I am REFUSING to let my imagination go once again. It is as much a part of me as my blue eyes.
When someone is eight, we tell them it's okay to imagine. But, as we get older, we need to stop and be realistic.
Why?
Can't someone have flights of fancy and still be responsible? Why do we kill our imaginations as we grow up? Our imaginations should be what saves our sanity when things are a little rough.
I know how old I am. I know I have responsibilites. No one has to remind me. But, why can't I imagine that I am some faerie princess in love with a mortal? Why must I focus only on the reality of life and not let my imagination loose every so often?
Adults are dull and boring because they have not once ounce of imagination in them.
I am making a statement now that I am REFUSING to let my imagination go once again. It is as much a part of me as my blue eyes.