Blurring the Lines

The line between a true memory and something imagined isn’t very clear. They play on the same screen in my mind’s eye. What I did yesterday lives in the same place, with the same clarity, as what I did back in high school. I noticed recently that things I have imagined also live on the same reel of tape. This realization has raised a lot of questions. The journey to answer them has been an enjoyable learning experience. Here are some questions I have been sitting on.

In what ways can imagining a trip or event be a suitable replacement for actually taking one?

How does reading tie into this?

Can I use my imagination to change true events in such a way they are no longer true but appear as a memory? Have I already done this?

Can imagination be used as a self-help tool to boost confidence or increase self-esteem? i.e. Imagining winning awards, helping people, accepting praise from parents and peers.

As I journey through these questions, I am finding a lot of interesting things about the brain, emotions, and spirituality. In regards to reading, it looks like the brain fires in a way that is similar to actually experiencing the event or action you are reading about. 

Things for my readers to contemplate:
Can you distingush a real memory from an imagined one?
Can you alter the memory?
How does it feel when you do?
How sure are you of your memory?
How do you use your imagination in modern day life where so much is laid out for you?


Dreams Coming to Life

This site was more of a dream project than anything else. I bought the domain and web hosting as a proof of concept. The truth is, I would like to actually start using it.  I think there are a lot of people that have busy lives and dream about doing things like this. It seems like some people are able to make that happen while others keep their dreams as dreams. I am in the latter of those groups. A huge percentage of my dreams remain in my head. Resolutions are a bit cliche, but I am going to do it anyway. I am resolving to release my dreams, ideas, and passions on the world. As I get older, the idea of them dying with me is chilling. Somewhere there is another me waiting to read this kind of stuff. I have been told too many times that I need to share my ideas. I am not sure why or what is to come of it, but here we go.  Thanks for joining me on this adventure