The Book of Endless Possibilities

I come from a quiet family where our thoughts are just that. What we express to one another is something that is well thought out and scrubbed clean to eliminate any bumps or questionable statements. If there is something that I wish to express that may be seen as too far out of the bubble of their traditional thoughts, I will quickly diminish the luster of that statement until it is something more dull and easily accepted.

But this isn’t something that my mind wants to do. Inside my curly topped head my mind flows and shifts and glows more colors than most humans are able to notice. I like to think while sitting watching the evening news with my family; mom and dad both sitting on the loveseat in the corner of our sunroom where the moonlight glow shines through the freshly clean pains, their hands sitting ever so lightly in their laps, legs crossed, and eyes focused forward on their changing tv screen, their minds replaying the images shown on the news station while my mind can’t even pay attention long enough to notice what channel were watching.

They keep things simple and remain silent until the topic changes to something even more surprising where a single “hmm” would build from their chest. I envision their minds taking in the facts as their eyes scan back and forth, up and down, only focusing on the plain black and white facts about life that are given through these shows, limiting them on the many other possibilities of the world.

Meanwhile, I sit silently too. My hands lay gently in my lap with my legs crossed and eyes focused forward. I take in the plain facts and absorb the content to keep up with today’s news for tomorrow’s family conversations. But as I sit my mind races and paints a different image.

Maybe I won’t remember what I just watched, maybe I accidently switched one name and face for another, or I completely misunderstood the entire point of that story.

My parents come up to me often after they get up for a quick bathroom break or to get a snack and ask me “what did I miss” which I would reluctantly reply “I’m not too sure, I haven’t been paying attention.” They never were angered by my response and honestly expect nothing less.

A creative mind can never sit still. It’s constantly painting new images, creating new stories, and exploring new possibilities beyond what is presented on a tv screen. There are no limitations for what we are allowed to explore. Our minds flow so smoothly into unknown and near-impossible territory that just focusing on the true and plain facts is not enough. I need exploration. I need a blank canvas. I need freedom to think and to simply be.

I release my mind to the open book of endless possibilities as many have done before, and allow my own stories to build and shape my new perspectives. Not many things are for certain, but there is always one thing that is: we have the ability to create, change, explore, and receive. Take in these joys of life and let them take you on a fluent ride where everything changes and our lives truly flourish.


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