I have a very powerful mind, and a very powerful imagination. Not everyone seems to have as strong as an imagination. I've only talked to a few that can relate. I can not read scary books because of my imagination. My mind and body becomes filled with feelings, haunts of the words and images and I can't finish the story. It is too much for me, an overwhelming horror of emotion, and it pains me to read on. I can't watch scary movies for the same reason. My mind becomes distracted; I imagine the actions becoming real, but beyond real. A kind of real that I could exist in, that is unknowingly existing parallel to reality.

I'm a slow reader, but I know it's not because I have reading problems. I have imagery problems, or for a better showing, I have too strong of imagery understanding. Such little specks of imagery can paint vivid paintings in my head. Such vivid use of imagery can paint such paintings that my mind, not to my want, wanders off and explores these worlds, leaving me in a daze of a reading. I often find myself having to reread certain passages because on my first attempt I was kidnapped by my imagination and transported into a world of living words and vivid senses.

It is beautiful to see the worlds of writings and words unfold in my mind, but it is haunting to live them in my thoughts. For when I watch such movies on war and tragedies, I become empty inside. I imagine them as real against my want, and my soul aches for this. I feel too much and see too much, and I am tortured by such a vivid and unquenched view of the world.

In life there are many things that our souls and minds can dwell on. We can raise questions on anything, or have endless memories of certain times. People these days try to hide their thoughts and feelings. They use medicine and therapy to get rid of the 'problems' in their lives, when really those 'problems' are their lives. No thought is pointless. No feeling is empty. They think it's normal to not feel these things, these sufferings and pains, these thoughts and emotions, and they condemn those who are not the same. Those who are not afraid to say what they feel, who don't live in society's perfect picture, who question things that 'should not be questioned' are the normal ones. They are life, and they are the ones who are living.

We're a society that likes to fight things. We like to end things, to make them better, to make them perfect. We are foolish in our ways. We can never reach perfection. We can never make things better. The truest form of anything is natural, and to taint it with silly teachings and educated guesses of how to fix things makes it nothing more than a failed scientific experiment. We need to accept what we are and deal with things on our own. We can't blame others.

About the author:

Jake Rose is an artist and an author on http://www.Writing.Com/ which is a site for Creative Writing.