Let your imagination run wild

A couple nights ago, when I was watching a young kid have a pretend fight against what looked to be a gang of hundreds, and come out of this battle triumphant, I began to wonder; is there anything better than your imagination?

Although I couldn’t see the people this boy was fighting, or really tell who had started the fight it was easy to see this kid was outnumbered.
It didn’t scare him one bit though, he bravely fought against an army of men who in his mind were probably much older and stronger than him. And despite making a few violent stabbing gestures at one stage, which probably killed quite a few imaginary villains, he seemed to be innocently playing by himself and having a great time doing it.

It made me jealous. I no longer have that youthful innocence where I can get lost in my own imagination and do whatever I want.
I’m too aware of things now. If I ever imagined myself in a fight against one hundred people I wouldn’t win that fight. That kind of scenario is to perfect for me nowadays. In actual fact when I do imagine myself fighting 100 people I straight away realise I’m at a huge disadvantage so I run away.

Ten years ago, if I was the boy in that fight there probably would have been a thousand guys against me, not a girlish 100. And I wouldn’t have needed a knife to beat them either, just my lion heart and incredible ninja abilities.

So when do we lose that care free attitude where we think anything is possible? And if we can imagine it, then it can be done. As we grow older things change so subtly that we often don’t realise when they’re different.

It’s sad in a way, by the time you’re old enough to appreciate your imagination, you’re also probably too old to take full advantage of it.