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When Imagination Spoke Louder Than Knowledge

 A dream, a quote, and an embroidery thread that changed my perspective.

The other day, I was doing what we all do from time to time—stalking someone’s Twitter account (don’t judge me, okay 😅). While scrolling, I stumbled upon this quote:

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.” – Albert Einstein


And for the first time in a long time, my inner monologue went quiet.

I wasn’t just reading the words—I was feeling them. Something about that sentence pulled me in, as if it knew it had a message for me. I stared at it longer than I usually do with quotes. I kept wondering, How can imagination possibly be more important than knowledge? Aren’t we taught to study, learn, and gather facts first?

But this time, I didn’t just move on. I let the question linger in me like a gentle whisper that wouldn't go away.

That night, the thought followed me into my dreams.
I dreamt I was showing someone my embroidery work—pieces I’ve been working on for a while. I remember telling her, “It’s still a work in progress,” as if to defend its incompleteness. She looked at it and said something that stuck with me:

“You can make embroidery for Indian cloth… mix the colors.”

At first, I didn’t understand. It felt random. But I woke up with that sentence echoing in my mind. I kept repeating it to myself all day. And that’s when it hit me—this wasn’t just a dream. It was an idea. A seed planted in my subconscious. A new way to see my embroidery.

I started experimenting with patterns and threads I never would’ve thought to mix before. It wasn’t written in a book. No one taught it to me. It came from inside—my imagination.

And that’s when the quote made sense.
Imagination is more important than knowledge.


Why?

Because knowledge is what we collect.
But imagination? Imagination is what we create.

You can gather all the knowledge in the world, but if you’re not using your imagination to bring it to life—what’s the point? Whether it’s a skill, a lesson, or an idea—if you don’t make it your own, it just sits there, unused, like a book collecting dust on a shelf.

That embroidery idea came from a mix of my knowledge (how to sew, how colors work, what materials I have) and my imagination. The dream was just the vessel. The spark. The whisper from my subconscious reminding me that creation starts with belief in your own ideas.


Here’s what I hope for you reading this:

Don’t silence your imagination. Don’t push aside your random ideas just because they don’t make sense to others at first. Sometimes, the most magical things are born from thoughts that no one else understands—until they see the result.

Imagination gives your knowledge wings.
It makes what you’ve learned yours.

So yes—learn. Study. Be curious.
But don’t forget to imagine too.
It’s not one or the other. It’s both.

That’s where the magic is.


"Imagination is more important than knowledge."
And now? I finally understand why.

🌙
With love,
Rasna

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