I might be the only one on the planet who hasn’t seen the Harry Potter series in its entirety.
I just finished the first Harry Potter movie, and there’s one quote by Professor Dumbledore that’s stuck with me.
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”
Now I imagine that this is just one of the many words of wisdom Professor Dumbledore will instill on my mere muggle self in the next seven movies.
I’ve been doing a lot of self-reflecting lately, and I’ve noticed that my head is often not entirely focused on the world around me.
I love to imagine. I’m always thinking up new ideas and plots or adding my spin on another creation. That’s why I’m so obsessed with movies, books and songs. Anything that tells a tale and resonates with me I keep in my own personal mental archive.
This led to a very happy childhood. The dullest of days were always vibrant in my mind.
As I enter adulthood, however, I am noticing just how much time I spend in my head.
Sometimes I think so much about writing and creating that I’m actually doing very little of it.
Sometimes I think so much about writing and creating that I’m actually doing very little of it. And I’m now in a place where there is nothing holding me back. Not only is my imagination limitless but so are the means to creating. At least in terms of having a working computer and some free time.
And I’m also realizing that my “mind palace” (thanks, Sherlock) is just as much of an oasis as an escape. Whatever stressful situations I find myself stuck in can usually be resolved by re-imagining a novel or thinking of poetry that hopefully never reaches the light of day.
Like Harry Potter, I’m staring into the Mirror of Erised, dreaming of all the things I want to create in my lifetime.
Not actually creating anything.
So many people talk about imagination being the source of all art, and it makes me wonder how much art lives in a person’s head.
I recently expressed to someone that who you are only exists when others receive it. Being kind or witty or smart happens through expression. Not through thought.
The things we hide only exist to us. By not sharing, it doesn’t exist with any tangibility or evidence to others and to the world.
So if you and I want to be creative or be that dream we see in our own personal Mirror of Erised, we should probably begin finding purpose instead of only contentment when we dream.
Lest we forget to live.