Imagination is the cure, but it must be fed, every day, or it will starve until it’s thin enough to be sugared and fried into a hate churro. Write something, draw something, dance something, cook something. Create something, every day. Otherwise, you might forget that you are the architect of reality, and also that a Smokey and the Bandit movie poster is timeless, works with every decor and really ties the room together.
Knit something. Paint something. Drive to a new place and walk around a little. Read something. Listen to something. Play with something. Talk to someone as reality-avoidant as you are. Imagination is the key to finding solutions, happiness, and a delicate way to tell someone they have chive in their teeth. It’s the lens that makes possibility out of problems and peace out of misery, and a daily dose is a minimum requirement.
Create it. Bask in it. Turn off the news. Let those who run in circles have reality, I’ll take my tie-dyed-ice-cream-flavored-shag-rug -carpeted-candle-lit-Black-Keys-soundtracked disco-verse any day, until tomorrow when I change it into something really ridiculous.
