When I was a toddler – I’ve been told – I was very curious. I guess my imagination led me to do things I probably shouldn’t have at that age.
My parents always tell me stories of how I would just disappear to venture through “the woods.” We lived in the countryside of Juana Diaz at the time.
Or how I would stand on top of a table and mimic speeches I watched on TV. And of course, tossing stuff around. Trying to find ways to break things; only to try to find the means to put them together again.
From what I gather, I was a kid with a wild imagination. Just waiting for it to go bonkers, develop things and whatnot. Unfortunately, things did not go that way.
Once I started to meet new people, I faced a harsh reality: if I wanted to make friends, I had to get rid of my imagination. Because, apparently, my vision made me seem childish. And for the six and seven-year-old tough guys that were in my school, that was a no-no.
So, as time went on, my personality changed, and I became as dull and as vanilla as you could get. Just to make an attempt at fitting in. Whether or not I was successful, I’m not sure to this day. But one thing I do know – now I regret not giving my imagination the room it needed to express itself and go wild during my childhood.
It wasn’t until I started doing professional wrestling that I realized the value of having a vivid imagination. Of having the creativity to present (via acting, painting, or other artistic forms) a picture that people will remember for. And the satisfaction that comes with people approaching you and saying “I LOVE what you did!”. Especially if you follow the compliment with a fat check. 🙂
As time passed, I realized the value of imagination. In fact, (I dare say that) without the people who think of things that seem impossible to create, we wouldn’t live in the advanced civilization we have.[Read more…]