Imagination

Lack of imagination and possessing a lively world has never been my weak suit. I've been blessed with a strong and vivid imagination, which is one of the reasons why I've loved reading, role playing and writing as a child, and have continued to foster as I've slowly became an adult.

My imagination doesn't go away. I am a creative person by nature and I like to create, whether it is meals, home projects, dancing and dance routines, stories, or drawing and painting. However, my imagination is dependent on my mood and the perception of level I perceive myself to possess. If I am feeling sad, going through difficult situations, and experiencing the blues, my creations resemble that. My paintings tend to heavily carry darker tones, greater amount of shadowing and other darker elements. I tend to reader more macabre stories, with tragic drama in them. Even the world I experience, is entirely different. The trees, the sun and the noises outside tends to reinvigorate me and tends to inspire me to see the pure beauty in nature, i myself and in people in a more humanist, optimistic and lighter way vs the more darker elements charged within my veins.

Does this hold for true others, I wonder.