Every child lives with imagination, and as we age we become boring, burned out shells who can't think of a new idea to save our lives. We live on old, worn-out dreams and familiar places.
What we need are the wild things.
Every parent and child should read Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak. It's more than a children's book, however. It's the stuff that wild dreams are made of: voyages to distant places, out-of-control worlds, and chaos that offers other possibilities inside of the warmth of home and family. It's all there.
Some people don't discover this book until they have a "mid-life" crisis, and then they realize that their world is, indeed, too wild to handle. Others try to live their lives inside their comforting bowl of oatmeal and never venture out into the wild, uncertain boundaries of the own possibilities.
In short, the wild things are inside of us . . . and the worlds we dream can only be realized if we are willing to venture out.
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