"Our creative consciousness is not limited," -Unknown.
When I was in the first grade, I remember going out to playground looking for some girls to play with. I remember the sky was a light gray, the swings were swinging, the trees swaying along with the slight breeze, and the chatter of children's voices surrounding me. The kids here weren't the typical type of kids to let anyone play, but the type you have to do this, in order to get this. I remember asking if it was okay to play with these two girls and they told me I was only allowed to play with them if I could see their imaginary castle. I walked away and sat on the green bench next to where they were playing. I sat and thought long and hard about the word "imagination." What it meant, how to spell it, and if I had one... I went up to those girls and told them I could finally see their castle. But in reality I couldn't. I felt guilty to have lied about not having an imagination. But as I went home that day, all I could think about is "how to get an imagination." I wanted friends so badly, I lied to myself and to them to understand the feeling of real friendship.
Looking back on my life, it makes me upset to think about how I used to act around people, and how people would act around me. I used to swing on the swing of life, with most of my friendships right there next to me, holding my hand and pushing me. Higher and higher the swing got, until there were no more hands to hold or people to push me. Just an empty swing with no one there for me. Not only was no one beside but no one was in the view of my future. The feeling of being alone and sad. The feeling of imagination never being there. The feeling of anger and despair, hoping one day I would get out of there... and so I did. I did eventually, and I thought wow my life is going to be pretty dandy once I just leave this part behind. We all think that when the swing of life catches back up with us, but sooner than later the swing set of life will be no more and the playground of our childhood will no longer be. The words "grow up" will be in your near future and the idea of being a kid is no such thing. Grow up and stop playing. This world is just a giant board game. The board game isn't a board game anymore.... it's just a board. The playground isn't a playground anymore, but just a ground. Open your eyes and fill your mind with the real world.... rise and shine sweetie, it's time to Wake Up.