Imagination of a Lucid Dreamer

It’s a commercial bonanza. Who really celebrates it? Catholics could, I suppose. It’s technically a Saints feast day, one would presume for a Saint Valentine. I’m not Catholic, I’m not really even Christian so I while I appreciate the message and whats behind it, I can’t help but grimace at the sheer commercialism of it all. I suppose you could have your cake and eat it too if you approached St. Valentines day the way that children do. They get some rough construction paper and some craft supplies and they MAKE something from their heart. I’m a sucker for emotional symbols like that and anything you make from your heart is more authentic and beautiful than something you pick up at a Walgreens.

I wish more people would take the core message and break out the paper, scissors, markers, crayons, glue and glitter and let their inner child out to play for a little while. I think it would be incredibly therapeutic and help break the banal frost that tends to surround most adults. They deny their inner child, keep them jailed deep down and they end up turning into dull gray husks.

In addition to St. Valentines Day, we really need a day to celebrate all the things we lost when we “grew up”. A day devoted to immaturity, mischief, play, irrationality, and imagination. A day at work when skipping down the hall isn’t seen as a mark of poor mental health. People need to get back in touch with their younger selves, to revel in the timelessness that you all remember from your childhood. To ring up your imaginary friends and let them know you haven’t totally forgotten about them.