Just Imagine

I’m sometimes slightly hazy about the rough parts of what happened in my life. It isn’t that I have no grip on reality. More that time has a way of softening the edges of hardest truths and making them less edgy.

I seem to have imagined away a lot of the worst stuff. These days, it’s more dreamy. Less like the haunted awfulness of youth. Some of the really bad stuff I worked through. Writing my book was unquestionably one of the major ways I worked through it. It seems I’m better at settling my emotional hash writing about it than talking about it.

Even the people I once hated … I don’t hate them anymore. I don’t like them, either, but they are just people now. I have a distaste for them and I certainly am not going to have a party and invite them round for cookies and tea … but the edge of rage and obsession is gone.

That’s imagination. The ability to see myself as having come from a bad place to a better place. A kind of Christian forgiving, where I recognize it isn’t my job to fix the ugliness of my world. What remains is for some higher power to take on — and good luck to him, her, or them.

Imagination made it possible for me to survive growing up, to try unknown things without dwelling on what might happen if I got it wrong. To believe that things that looked bad might not stay that way and the worst might get better if I stuck around.

Imagination is not merely making up stories. Imagination is the fuel of hope. It’s the big engine under your personal rocket lifting into the sky.

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Opinionated writer with hopes for a better future for all of us!


      1. People hated….I have a “dislike” for several of the “SUITS” from working years. But they’ve faded with time.

        I have an intense HATRED for the White House Occupant. I’m serious. I want to punch out the TV screen whenever I see him. There’s nothing rational about my dislike of this person. I’m not proud of this emotion.


        1. You have to be able, I think, to mentally see — imagine — a better world. I don’t know how unimaginative people survive some of the worst times in life. If you can’t imagine a better life, what do you live for?

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    1. But you know, I never really thought of it before — I know this seems a rather late date for this discovery — but if I couldn’t energize my life by imagining it being better somehow, even if it seems hopeless, I honestly don’t know how I could survive.


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