The Idea Machine
When I was growing up, my mother always used to shake her head at me and comment on my overactive imagination. It wasn’t unfounded. One time, I was working in a field around the corner from our house. I saw a car drive by rather slowly - an old “I’m-a-killer/evil-man” car. The rest of the afternoon I conjured up all these insanely wild and completely ridiculous plot lines of some sinister crazy driving slow to scope out our house and stopping to kill my family.
Yes, my mother definitely had reasons for accusing me of an overactive imagination.
At times it can be a big blessing though. Now that I’m older, I still have that imagination. I’ve just learned to, uh, harness it a bit. Sometimes, I can actually make it produce something useful - like killer, awesome ideas. Sometimes those ideas are far-fetched and completely unrealistic. But sometimes, my ideas are completely sane. Lofty, yes. Seemingly impossible? Nothing is impossible. It’s only impossible if you say it is. (Barf, that was entirely too motivational-speaker for me!) But it’s true.
Either you’ll eventually reach what it is you’re aiming for or you’ll lose the desire to work for it. Sadly enough, it most often the latter that gets people caught up in its web. They, too often, blame the unattainability of the idea as the problem and not their lack of will-power to work for it. Right-o, off the soapbox now.
My point? I have an idea. A great idea. An idea I know will work. It’s a lofty idea. A highly lucrative piece of matter that I want to turn from a dream into a reality.
I know the idea is good enough to make it where it wants to go. I just don’t know if I’m good enough at what I do to be the messenger.
