“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.” ~Neil Gaiman~
I love this. As soon as I read it I started remembering. All of the times when I was a kid running around my yard pretending that I was in my own little world. Crawling into my cupboard and closing the doors pretending that I was a princess locked away in a tower. Sitting at my desk in school staring out the window laughing on the inside at scenes that only I could see. And sitting on the computer at work thinking about characters and plot lines that have become as real to me as the person in the desk behind the partition.
See, the first time I saw this I went back to the days of make-believe; when my brothers and sisters were rival nations in our own back yard battles. When the river at the bottom of my best friends property was the ocean, and things that the world thought impossible happened every day in our minds. But the more I thought about it, even though we act on our make believes less as we grow older and more privy to reality, we never stop having them. I might not run around wielding a stick believing that I’m riding a white stallion and about to challenge my younger brother in a jousting tournament, but I still sit at my desk and dream.
Many people think that the time for imaginary friends and knights in shining armour ends when your old enough to know better, but when I’m on the train looking at the man sitting at the other end of the carriage, I wonder where his mind is wandering. The girl sitting across from me looking wistfully out the window with a smile playing around the corner of her lips could be reliving any moment of happiness spent with someone she loves, but then again, she could be a dreamer just like me.
Imagine what kind of world we would be living in if more people stopped ignoring their imagination and trying to stuff it into a box with the rest of the childhood fancies that were discarded with their coming of age. Let yourself for just a moment go back to the days when fairies danced in your garden and cowboys and indians were your alter ego instead of a theme in a dress up party. People a little more rational than me will scoff at me and my dreaming, but I will just smile to myself and wonder where their mind is going to escape to when they least expect it.