From Fantasy to Reality
As a child, it was pure imagination.
I had no knowledge, no technical background, just curiosity. My mind invented cartoon-like fantasies of how things must work inside: gears spinning endlessly, belts pulling with rhythm, pistons firing, invisible forces humming below the surface.
Those visions weren’t accurate, but they were alive. They kept me fascinated.
As I grew older, my imagination layered itself with reality. Hours of staring at blueprints, wiring diagrams, and cross-sections. Countless manuals read, countless machines observed. Knowledge fused with imagination, until my mind could no longer see a surface as “just a surface.”
Now, whenever I look at a machine, I see shafts turning, cabling hidden under panels, hoses connecting like veins. The whole system revealed—naked, alive, beautiful.
The Double-Edged Gift
Is it helpful in my work? Yes.
It makes problem-solving second nature. I can often “see” what’s happening inside before anyone opens a cover.
Is it helpful for staying sane? Not always.
Because I can’t switch it off. My brain keeps peeling back layers, sketching invisible schematics in the air, even when I’m supposed to be resting.
It’s a double-edged gift: a tool that gives me clarity, and a weight that never lets me look at the world simply.
My Own Dimension
Would I want to lose this ability? Never.
It gives me my own dimension—a world within the world.
It means I can find joy in places where others see nothing.
It means that when people think I’m staring into “nowhere,” I’m actually watching entire systems unfold in my head.
Because in that “nowhere,” I’m seeing everything.