Ever wonder where the imagination comes from? Does it come from the mind or the soul?

A friend recently told me, "even though my father is gone, I learn about him everyday." Which is such a true statement. Everyday QT learn about our parents, cause a part of our parents are in us. When my friend made that statement he was referring to how now he can understand why his father acted the way he did to certain circumstances. Even if one has never known your parents, you should just take a look at yourself, their in you.

So back to my previous question, where does our imagination come from? It has to be a hereditary trait from our heavenly father. Our heavenly father inspires us to create. Look at the giraffe.

Another question I'll leave you with. What other trait did you inherit?

A love so deep,
that the heart cannot keep.
A wonder so pure,
nothing can fear.

Love is exchanged,
both sides never change.
"You shouldn't love me so much,"
but how can I contain such?

Love & pain go hand & hand,
this I know should be ban.
Is it love without pain?
Playing it safe can be gained?

Does one have to put the heart on the line?
To feel loves shine?
Something has to be worth the pain,
In order for it to be gained.

The love I have for my best friend,
Is something can not bend.
Be is special,
His love exceptional. :)

Whatever happened to reflection? As children we were sent to time out when we did something wrong. Time out was designed to make us think about our actions and the consequences are actions have on others.

When I was young I got into a lot of mischeif. My mother would scold me and send me to my room. This as a kid was bad enough till she would say the stomach pinching words,"wait till your father gets home." Those words would always send a dark cloud over my head.

But as an adult I appreciate that dark cloud of dread. That has thought me to focus on what my actions have a consequences. It thought me to examine myself.

This day in age with the internet no one seems to reflect anymore. Society has accepted the thinking, "I don't like you anymore, unfriend." What!? This is accepted! Have we forgotten that's a real person on the other end of that treatment!

Were is the reflection? What happened to the mirror of time out?