Someone once said to me “I find it sad that someone with such a vivid imagination believes in so little”. This was referring to the fact that I don’t believe in ghosts, Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster, fortune telling, Aliens or any other unproven and or imaginary deity. Much like Fox Mulder, I WANT to believe, I just don’t. When I was a kid I was obsessed with the unknown, I wanted all of this magic to be real…and as I grew, I knew that it was not. But…BUT, I have, and always HAVE had a secret power of my own…I have the ability to populate the world with the things of my imagination that I WANT to exist. The world is a beautiful place full of REAL beautiful places, creatures and people, that’s enough for me. I’m happy to be alive and part of it.
This is not to say that I cast any judgement on anyone who has deep beliefs in any thing they need to make their life journey more meaningful. Like I said, I WANT to believe, more specifically I want to be ABLE to believe. But for now, I’m good, REALLY good. I’m going to go draw a ghost now.