The alliance between imagination and creation is a paragon of beauty.
It is this union that is the very quintessence of life, evolution, and relationships. The threshold of existence: a fuse sparks air into the lungs. At our peak, the embodiment of youth and wonderment.
It is no coincidence that at the entrance of life, we are both overflowing with infinite potential, and ultimately unaware of what is and what isn’t. Creation is the strength and imagination is the rest.
Not to be ignored are the benefits attained only when the conscious mind has a chance to be as it once was: free.
Age may birth wisdom, but time exhausts arrogance. That is what devours youth, turns hair white and shortens tempers. Like a whip to the neck, circulation between possibility and reality wanes. Slow and steady wilting from within resulting in the loss of energy, buoyancy and joie de vivre.
Intolerance and impatience leave us dwindling toward an early death. Forgetting that while a soul may grow old with you, the spirit always dies young.
Never were ideas, thoughts and opinions meant to be recycled, especially not between generations. Regardless, this is our world and reality; if it must be, let it be. The best thing we can do is give time to reverie.
Onto planes we board; one at a time, we rush to seats and steady for takeoff. Confident in a stranger with a title – entrusting lives to a “captain” who is quick to hand our fate over to auto-pilot. Trading the logical for convenience.
We are all capable of leaping faith — this time in the universe. With assurance and hope, allow your inner child to take flight.
Aspire to grow yet never age, to bloom yet never wilt. Gift yourself with youth by sacrificing a few moments, surrender to the abstract. Abandon all beliefs, facts, and knowledge, let the mind recharge and reconnect with its genesis. A fountain of youth; undeveloped and unburdened, imagination springs.
& If counting measures age, life is but one.
χLaila Leone