#1365 - spill
Sometimes I think so much about what I want to do that I don't do it.
I imagine, design and plan within my head. But my hands don't move.
I had so many ideas. I've written books and songs, created radio programs, designed jewels and cloth, and invented all sorts of products and services. They just never left the imaginary world inside my mind.
As if the simple act of imagining is enough to fulfil my unrestful mind.
Someday I'm really frustrated with myself. I feel like I'm wasting energy dreaming and imagining things I don't manifest.
But then I wonder if this is how it works.
The imaginary world inside my head is infinite. In there, everything is possible.
The world outside, however, is finite. The matter has limitations. Ideas and dreams are not confined by the limits of the material world.
So, maybe that's how it works.
I keep dreaming and imagining without boundaries. And then, sometimes, bits of those ideas and dreams spill into the material world, inspiring something tangible or part of it.