One of the things that I have retained since childhood is my imagination. I live and breathe through my imagination, which is why I’ve never had a problem being alone for magnificent stretches at a time. It’s not always helpful, and in my younger years my imagination may have gotten away from me and stolen some focus that might have been helpful at opportune times, but overall it’s been a benefit.
The best part of it means that I’m rarely if ever bored. I can find something of interest in the most mundane and drab of circumstances. The this section of a rug in our living room. While doing some minor calisthenics the other day, I paused to observe the design of it. Most people just walk over it, possibly noting its color or shade, or the comfort of it after a walk on the hardwood. I see several other things in its design: a cute puppy, a regal lion, a wizened wizard, a scrotal sac, a vase filled with tulips, a boring butterfly, and Kim Kardashian’s butthole.
The imagination at work: passing the time with flights of fancy not requiring a boarding pass or a mask.
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