Makes me wonder.

My imagination knows no limits. And that scares me. A little bit. Because I can imagine scary stuff. Things I shouldn’t do. But still, I wouldn’t trade my imagination for anything. It’s my strength. My salvation. Makes almost anything possible. By merely imagining it. Maybe I’m just imagining me. My life. That’s all it is. A dream. I imagined things today. When riding my bicycle. Pleasurable/beautiful  things. And it all seemed so real. As if I were really living the imagined scenario. Sometimes, it’s hard to separate the imagined from the real. Make me wonder if there’s a difference. –Jim Broede