Improving my imagination

There is always room for improvement. How can there not be? Even the best of the best have to improve otherwise they won’t be the best for long!

Me, I’m always improving. I’m improving in everything that I do. Everything that I see teaches me something. Makes me feel grateful for something. Helps me to feel good about something.

Everything I read helps me to see things in different ways. Seeing things differently isn’t a bad thing, but it can be quite eye opening. Adaptation.

Everything I write helps me in ways to write better; to think better – well, in my mind, anyway!

My imagination is always improving: it must be, for me to be able to dream the things I dream, to fantasize about the alien places that I visit, to visualise how my future will be, to have three-way conversations with myself, to be able to visit far away places and yet remain exactly where I am at the same time.

Through my imagination, I find myself flying high over Manchester, New York, Iceland and Mars. I’m racing Pterodactyls over Dover (I’ve never been to Dover in reality, but I have in my mind. Those white cliffs are extremely vivid in my imagination).

I chat with Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein and Tom Welling about this, that and the other. In my imagination they tell me things that nobody else knows. Obviously, I can’t say what… good things, I hasten to add. Things that I can learn from. Things that will improve who I am…

I also chat with the Owl and the Pussycat, in their pea-green boat, and they tell me all about their honey and money wrapped in a five pound note, their wedding and dancing by moonlight. They also tell me about someone called Edward Lear, something else for me to learn, someone else for me to learn something about.

I also chat to the Loch Ness Monster about history, and swimming, and hiding. And revealing just enough.

I also chat to the werewolves, vampires, zombies and other creatures from my darker mind, my Shadowself, about balance and perspective.

I also chat to walls and ceilings about anything in general. Oh, no, that’s not me; it was Shirley Valentine.

I enthuse about the trivial, and trivialise the unimaginable.

I look deeper than I should, yet appear more shallow at times.

I can live for centuries in the blink of an eye.

I can wait for hours in a split second.

I grow. I am always growing. I learn. I am always learning. I improve. I am always improving.

How can there be space for all of this improvement in my mind? In anyone’s mind? That’s easy! The mind – and where it can take us – is limitless. Without barriers nothing can hold us back. We can aim for the sky yet fly out further.

But what is the point of all of this improvement? Personally, the point is to feel good.

I said that at the beginning. I feel good. And I always want to improve on that feeling!

My mind doesn’t half wander at times.