My Mind Is A Playground

I've renamed my blog "My Mind Is A Playground," and its very befitting, here's why.

Ever since I was a kid, I have always enjoyed day-dreaming. In one second, I could be held in prison in the bastille of some ancient castle in France as a knight who was framed for murder and now attempting to escape and avenge... And moments later, in the driver seat of a fighter jet in the middle of a dog-fight which would determine the fate of World War 3. I've always been that way. I recall entertaining myself for hours and hours all alone in the woods behind my house, lost in some unrecoverable fantasy of war, glory, and epic tranquility.

Although the fantasies change, they are still there, held captive in the space between my two ears. I catch myself dreaming of ministry ideas, writing books, and traveling to the farthest corners of the world. And yet, from time to time, I'm still inspired to revisit the battles of ancient Rome as a renown war General, or step into the jungle empire of the Aztecs, saving them from the attack of Spanish Conquistador Hernan Cortez who would conquer their world unless I stopped him.

Thinking, and imagining is what I do best. It's where I'm comfortable, and its my place of escape and adventure. No matter how old I get, how mature my thinking becomes, or how far from fresh creativity I may tread, my mind will always be a playground...