Perhaps I Made the Wrong Career Choice

Some of the most satisfying moments of my life occur when I am lying in bed, lost in my own imagination.

There, everything is as I want it to be.  It is not always as vivid as I would like it to be, but there are times when I can create a scene in my head that I can see extremely clearly.  My mind sometimes encompasses all details.  I can see everything, even hear the voices within my creation.  

And though I am good at many things, I cannot claim to be the best at any one thing because there is always someone, somewhere who is better. While society attempts to destroy any shreds of individuality we have, I have no single trait to distinguish myself with.  But, perhaps, my imagined worlds are my own, unique to my mind, just as others’ imaginations are unique to them.  My imagination is not a complete panacea to any mood ailments that might assail me, though.  The joy associated with my creations is tinged with sorrow for one reason – my inability to manifest them in some form in reality, no matter how inadequate the manifestation may be.  Sure, I could write a novel, but that only allows others to imagine my worlds and my characters as they wish to see them.  That leaves me no satisfaction considering the amount of work it takes to translate and record everything, making sure to provide copious amounts of extra description and background for something so well-known to my own mind.  A picture, a piece of art, is a bit closer to a satisfying manifestation, but contains no movement, no life.  Apply animation and dialogue to the art, however, and I believe this is the closest one can get to bringing imagination into reality.  Animation, dialogue, art…all elements of movies and video games.

Hmmm.  Perhaps, I have made the wrong career choice in aiming for writing/teaching at the university level.