I had every intention on titling this post: "Who Died And Made You The Mother Of Imagination?" but decided against it, seeing as it's entirely too long.
Teffilosophy — a segment of mine I had to revive, as I have several topics of interest arise in my absence of updating this blog. Plus, I really needed to take a break from the influx of style to bring in the substance. After all, what (the heck) is style without substance? Anyhow. A lot of you who are closely familiar with the fabric of my blog are with the knowledge that its content can span anywhere from a simple outfit post, to self-portraits, to intricate verbal dispositions. The last being the core function of this segment. I have taken the liberty of writing this article-like bit in an effort to express my P.O.V on certain matters of my choosing. Some are brief, others, quite the contrary; this is more the former, than it is the latter. Without further ado:
Teenagers and 20-somethings are staunch in their belief that adults are without imagination so much so that they frequent the ideology at a rate that causes me great discomfort. A declaration often used as a means to counterattack any form imposition against their vaulted and valued sense of expression and Being, surely. It is the only thing capable of driving such a foolish misconception to conception — threatening the structure of one's sense of expression and Being, as it is the birthplace of their comfort and confidence as individuals.
Nearly every facet of our function comes to fruition as a consequence of the creative mind of an adult, as well as that of our doing, despite age. Television, telephones, the Internet, elevators and so on; all are products of the imaginative effort of adults; an actuality the younger age brackets work so fervently to expunge. And, I mean, unless you spontaneously combusted into existence, you are without good reason to discredit that which came before you.
Besides, the bitter assignment of a lack of imagination to adults, or anyone else for that matter, speaks more of your lacking, than it does, theirs.
I contest that imagination comes as a consequence of allowing oneself to be expanded and knowledgeable on the Self, as well others. It is the concept of going to; then, going beyond; meeting, then exceeding. Imagination can span from how a baby conquers the act of crawling from the ground to the couch, to preparing a dish in 20 different ways. That is to say: anyone is capable of the conception of a sense of imagination. Something to keep in mind next time you think to make a deprecatory statement regarding one's ability to, well, imagine. Peace.
2 comments:
This is interesting. For myself, I've always been one to glance backwards. I have an appreciation for things that are not current that goes beyond the novelty of the "This is old how quaint" attitude that alot of my peers seem to have. Because I am earnest in my fascination with things that are well beyond my "time" I must say it is frustrating that many adults do not take that same interest in youth today. For alot of adults there seems to be all around disapproval of my generation. To be honest. I just don't get it. I see kids my age doing things that would have been inconceivable 20 years ago. It's exciting, but I rarely hear adults point this out. It's normally a "Kids these days..." lament or "When I was your age..." statement and it's disheartening, because there are so many AMAZING things young people are doing. On the one hand I idolize the things/people that came before me, but I want to be respected and accepted by them as well.
All this to say I really liked your post despite it's brevity! It'll spark alot of interesting real life conversations.
you really deserve a success
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