Pure Imagination

There is no, life I know

To compare with pure imagination

Living there you'll be free,

If you truly wish to be.

I hear the song Pure Imagination playing.

I don’t know where it is from. But I’m sure I am not just imagining the sound.

I’m an avid fan of Glee.

A Gleek as they say, that’s why I’m sure that it’s their version of the song.

If you want to view paradise,

Simply look around and view it

Anything you want to do it

Wanna change the world?

There's nothing to it.

Yeah, the song is right.

Fantasizing is one of the many ways of dealing with stress.

I don’t know how effective this is.

But, in my lowly times, I really do fantasize.

We'll begin, with a spin

Traveling in the world of my creation.

What we'll see, will defy explanation.

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Someway, somehow, I find comfort in fantasizing things.

I feel consoled when I do imagine things are here…

that they are mine…

that they are real.

But of course they aren’t.

The more I fantasize, the more I know, and eventually accept that things are just not meant to be.

They are all just on my head.

They’re all pure imagination.

The song fades. But the thoughts it evoked lingered.

Most of the times I fantasize meeting a genie.

Then the genie would give me a chance to make three wishes that he’ll turn into reality.

My first wish would be, for him to conjure up a backpack full of money. And the money will never run out. Then we’ll never experience a financial dilemma anymore. I could acquire the latest gadgets, the most fashionable clothes and eat the most delicious foods anytime of the day. We can address our needs in an instant.

With it, we can build our own dream house. My father as the engineer of course. I know for a fact that the home is more important than the house itself. But,most of my life, we lived in the house of my mother’s parents. I can tell that it’s not the perfect home because it's not the perfect house. Since my mother has passed away already, I can feel the unsaid pressure of us to go and live in our own place. My father is the one taking it the hardest of course.

My second wish is for me to be beautiful and my two brothers to be good looking as well. You can say that I’m materialistic and beauty-oriented, but we ask for those things that we don’t have right? Not to brag, but I can say intelligence is on our genes. So, I’d ask for beauty.

Additionaly, let’s face it. We all look on people’s outward appearances. It’s a materialistic world. That is, we compress a person’s worth and identity based on the superficial, on what we see. Take it from me, I know what I’m saying.

My third and last wish is for my father to have a good health. He’s almost 60 now. Most of his missions in life I believe are already accomplished. I wish him to enjoy what’s left of him in a the short line of life. I know he’ll enjoy it with good health.

Sigh…

Here I am fantasizing again.