Today, as I was going through my bookshelf, I found a quote on the back of “Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams” that perfectly worded what I was always truly afraid of:
“What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination…. If I sit still and don’t do anything, the world goes on beating like a slack drum, without meaning. We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.”
– Sylvia Plath, from Notebooks, February 1956
