Imagination...

While driving home I was pondering the imagination. I wonder why God gave it to us. What purpose does it serve, and why is it such a vastly diverse plane?

Like mine is pretty crazy. At any given moment I might be imagining what it would be like to be married, a father, a superhero, to have superpowers, to be autistic, to be a serial killer, to be a vigilante, to go back in time and right wrongs against humanity (usually by killing someone or telling Native Americans to team up and wipe out the coming settlers).

There's many other things that run through my head in a day. I often laugh to myself because if anyone really knew how weird I can be, they might put me in an asylum. One of the craziest things my imagination drives me to do is yell out a phrase or dialogue in different voices and accents, much to my amusement. I love doing voices and impressions. (One of my dream jobs would be to become a voice actor. I just really think I'd be awesome at it, and could potentially become pretty famous in the field.)

I love having an imagination.

Worst of all I never have a pen/pencil and paper when something fantastic runs through it. So it gets lost inevitably to never come up again. And if it does, it's never again in its original glory.

It keeps the day very exciting and interesting. It livens up lonely car rides, walks, showers, social gatherings (if you don't like to talk a lot and don't care for the subject matter being brought up at a social gathering, yes you can feel lonely though surrounded by people).

And without the human imagination, there'd be no art, music, romance, fashion, cartoons. Lives would be much more black and white I think.

I'm just saying as wonderful as an imagination is, I still wonder what God was doing when He created the capacity to "digress in thought" in human beings.

Just something to think about.