Wake Up, Imagination.

Times Are Changing…

Kids don’t really play outside anymore.
The games we used to play — using our own imagination, flying, speeding in imaginary cars, jumping with sounds and explosions — they’ve been replaced by screens and fixed realities.

The attention span of this generation is now occupied by constant stimulation.
Imagination, once a muscle we flexed daily, has been replaced with repetition, reaction, and reward cycles.

And It’s Not Just the Kids…

The adults are unknowingly leading the pack.
Not all — but many have been consumed by the race for fortune, status, and ego.
Competing with strangers. Losing sight that each experience is unique and divinely timed.

Women and men are being pit against each other.
Nature’s original purpose — collaboration and balance — is being distorted.
The rules of connection are being used against us.

🧠 BRAINS: Seeing the Pattern

This isn’t just a “kids these days” rant.
It’s a call to awareness. A moment to look at the aids we’ve been offered to fill our mental space:

• What’s replaced your imagination?
• What comfort has turned into distraction?
• What thoughts are no longer your own?

We’ve feared AI… but have we become the robots already?

⚡️ GUTS: Choosing a Different Path

When I was a kid, I walked everywhere.

To school. To the store. To my friend’s house.
I didn’t need headphones — I had rhythms, I had rhyme schemes, I had games like “don’t step on the cracks.”

I used those walks to imagine.
To talk myself through problems.
To create my own world — and find my own way.

It was my escape.
And when video games or TV weren’t an option — outside was the command.
And imagination was free to grow.

So I ask you:

What’s your aid now?
What wakes up your imagination in this age of attention?
Is it still active? Or has it been lulled to sleep?

❤️ GRATITUDE: Reclaim the Inner World

Our time is our time.
No one else’s.

The trees still know balance.
The insects, the animals, the water — they all follow the natural order.
We, the most conscious species, are the ones who’ve drifted.

But we can come back.
It starts with simple moments of silence… stillness… and imagination.

Plant a seed.
Don’t gatekeep it.
Let your children see it. Let your friends feel it.
Let your soul wake up again.

Stay in your BAG.
🧠⚡️❤️⚓️
– Coach Bag