To ask what the limits of our imagination are suggests that we firmly believe in limits, but we don’t have much faith in imagination.

Of necessity, our imagination must embrace the dark reality of ‘what is’ as a precursor to ‘what could be.’ For then and only then will we see in the darkness of today the certain light of tomorrow.

A dream is not simply an idea to entertain a life gone bored. Rather, it is a reality waiting to ignite a world gone dark.

A dream is our imagination waiting for us to be brave enough to pick up a pencil, zealous enough to sketch out a blueprint, determined enough to gather the tools, committed enough to lean into the task, and audacious enough to make imagination the reality that it was always meant to be. For in time, a dream left to be nothing but a dream will eventually leave our souls believing that dreams aren’t worth imagining. And I can only imagine a handful of things as devastating as that.

Remember, laying on the ground looking up grants us an invaluable perspective that will dramatically enhance what everything will look like when we’re back on our feet.

Dreams were meant to be born, not just dreamt about.

To have a rigorous imagination is to live in ‘what is’ while embracing all the possibilities of ‘what could be.’ To live a fantasy is an attempt to escape both.

If you can imagine something, at least imagine it with legs so that it has a chance to go somewhere.

I’d much rather have all of this be the ‘pigment’ of my imagination rather than a ‘figment,’ for at least it would all have some color.