One moment of fantasy you didn’t lose when you grew up.

The Rise of the Guardians, the last kid movie by Dreamworks, awoke my inner kid so badly that I wasn’t even trying to hide I had a regression. I ran to the cinema again and by myself to watch the movie for a second time. I ran to Mcdonalds  and ask the woman at the desk, so proudly she would have been able to give me the “you’re a gown up adult” look, ”I want a happy meal”. I got Sandman, hands down my favorite because he makes dreams and how cool is that!!! Anyway, I found incredibly profound that each guardian had a core. All of the cores together formed the essence of what being a child is all about: discovery and awe, fun, dreams and hope.  I don’t want to lose any of that, and now that I’m aware of how we lose all that with the years, chances are I remain acting a bit as a child for the rest of my life just to keep the magic going.

That’s because you are crazy, Isaac. Uhum,right, I forgot the rest of the humanity does not use their imagination.

Right, call me crazy for living in an alternative reality, but truth is you haven’t lost those fantastic moments and you have even incorporated them to your routine. Most people sing or at least have sung in the shower. The numbers of bath sponges that have served as imaginary microphones exceeds my counting capacity. I have heard people singing so passionately in the shower I dare to assert they are living a concert in their heads. They are even in the concert or giving the concert, surrounded by jumping people and laser lights if not a super complex stage and a roaring crowd at their feet. It might be an adult dream, but it is fantasizing nonetheless. For a few minutes, you’re in a musical, or you’re covering an artist, collaborating with them in a single, hearing the crowd singing your own song as you extend the mic over them while you listen, recline your back, nod,and smile because the fuckers know the song by heart!!!!

So, I’ve asked a few people if they sing in the shower, even knowing that some of them have zero talent, and most have acknowledged doing it. If I had a penny for every person I’ve heard singing in the shower…“It just comes out and you can’t avoid it!” Ha! Clear evidence of fantasy.

Those who remain silent in the shower might be hiding something worse: in their fantasies, they become water creatures, or ninjas who need to avoid needles, or explorers jumping in a waterfall. “Just a shower” Uh? No way.

Fantasy keeps the inner child alive because it in itself is composed by awe, hopes, dreams, and fun. You try to find any of those in your enviroment, you fantasize. I guess getting rid of good old fantasy ain`t that easy after all.

And just because I feel like it, here is a picture of Sandman having fun.