The creativity I express today, that I apply towards advertising, copywriting, and my own projects, is not new.

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When I was a younger man, I was enmeshed endlessly in complex fantasy worlds of my own creation. These worlds all served to sate some deeply embedded Freudian desire for love, romance, intimacy, or power, or control, or recognition, or importance, or happiness, or simply even the joy of fantastic realms everything unlike the real world.

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The incredible immersion in these worlds, the visceral and difficult-to-describe feeling of being completely beyond this world and it's rules and conventions, is something I still get nostalgic pangs for now and then. How do I convey it to you? Imagine during your lunch-breaks, nights, and weekends you secretly took a spaceship to a Planet in another solar system. On that Planet, you had a different set of friends, you had a different family, you had a different standing in society (sometimes you were a prince, other times a prole). Sometimes you had no friends; sometimes you were an enemy of the state.

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You knew your friends and enemies by name.

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All of the Planet's denizens meant something to you.

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The Planet had its own set of problems and solutions, questions and answers. It was everything unlike Earth.

 

And then you began to realize one day that if you spent too much time on that Planet, you would neglect your loved ones and duties back on Earth. Slowly, little by little, you decreased your visits to the Planet. People there missed you and you missed them. It was just a part of growing up. You knew you had to choose a home-world and you knew it had to be Earth.

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I came up with a name in my head for the feeling I felt when I was on that Planet. I call it The Reverie.

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To this day, it remains a completely unique feeling in the arsenal of my heart. For most, there is Happy, Sad, Mad, Grumpy, Bitter, Determined, Melancholy... but for me, Reverie is added to that list. I am not certain whether or not others feel it. I suspect certain people who are creatively-minded are more likely to feel it, but even among them it is rare.

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Sometimes, on lonesome days, I return there briefly to say hello. But I can never stay too long. I have to go back to Earth. They need me there.

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The truth is, I desperately want the Reverie to be real. It seems so cruel that that world could be the false one and this sordid and sickly place the real world.

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My comfort is this; my Reverie, splendid as it was, was just a cheap Chinese knock-off of the True Reverie. There is such a thing as the Final Reverie, and it is very, very real. I believe in it like a child believes in Santa Claus.

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"Truly I tell you," He said, "unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. -Matthew 18:3