Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is. Francis Bacon
I live in fear. The fear of being found that I don’t know enough and am not good enough.
When I get too scared, I use my imagination, tell myself stories and retreat into my own fantasies. I’m not sure this is a good thing. Being with others and hearing their stories tells me I’m not alone in this.
Yesterday I took two sixth grade girls to see the movie Paranorman. Driving to the movie, their conversation was competitive. They were comparing the different middle schools they go to and their places in them, each outdoing the other. Interesting, but probably not very accurate.
We went to the park after the movie and there was that competition thing again, as they tested the playground equipment.
Then a silliness took over. Had they become tired of trying to prove themselves? Were they now just lost in play?
I’m only speaking from my own experiences.