Why creativity and imagination? Why?

We are born into human form in this life with a mind that day dreams, imagines, hopes and struggles for the best scenarios we can think of as we strategize for ourselves the achievement of a happier existence. All of these uses of thought and imagination we use are part of a curious reality we are part of wherever it is we are now experiencing it in the universe. 

 Why do we spend so much time mentally picturing ourselves with more resources, in a better social existence, being liked and loved more strongly, being able to find more pleasures, being surrounded by the most beautiful scenery. Why do we aspire towards more beautiful objects in paintings, buildings, the natural settings we appreciate now. Why do we also use our minds to picture ourselves in an even better state of existence then the one we currently are in? 

Who instilled this creative and fantasizing drive in us? Some will say evolution sparked this practical impulse that is persuading us to build communities in the conditions that help for a better evolving species. I don't agree with this argument.  

We dream of more happiness, better circumstances, to be better loved, to be more admired, to have no dangers confronting us, to have no worries, because this is a clue to something beyond us. The clue is that we exist in this mysteries prison of a home, where life's terms are often very disagreeable, while struggling in this existence so hard for something better and that is a huge clue. The clue is while we exist here and now we aspire with this creatively guiding hope and use of the imagination to transcend the present circumstances of an often beautiful, interesting, but yet chaotic and incomplete beauty and understanding. We are looking forward then toward an ultimately unfulfilled reality for the reason that it may very well turn out that this higher reality exists and remains waiting to be fulfilled for us.  

Our struggle for ideas: good ideas, evil ideas, confused ideas, insufficiently understood ideas, is part of a confusion that leaves people trying very hard to make life make sense in this world. We try hard to account for injustice, to remedy it's obvious ugly consequences, as we observe it happening frequently before our eyes. We are trying to make sense of evil and make everything work out for the good so that life makes sense for the good. 

 Why should we be so driven to make sense of the world in this way along with us having such aspirations to find a fulfillment of something better? We can even achieve successes in this strategizing for something better momentarily. 

 I suggest we strive for something better, fairer, more beautiful, where we're loved more, where our opportunities are greater, where death is over and gone, where happiness is unaffected by cruelty and inequality, because we are meant, for a greater reason, to aspire toward this better existence for a purpose. 

 We aspire for a better norm, a greater good, because whatever structured the universe, whatever ends up being behind it and and our existences here, has that ultimate purpose of something better in mind for us.  

We are on rout therefore to something greater, something better and fairer, a fuller version of the love we have now in a glimpse, where that love we now know is incomplete and at least for now remains imperfect. We are soring through deep space in our galaxy amid the infinite unknown not as perfect answerers of our reality but as children yet to understand that great unknown beyond us.

Could these hopes we carry through life of something better ultimately find fulfillment in something a great deal better then we can conceive? Could that hope ultimately surpass that imperfect imagination of ours by surpassing our wildest dreams with what we ultimately end up discovering? I suggest the evidence points that way. There is more to the experience of hoping and striving for the best of ideas then an empty illusion we chase for no greater reason or purpose. Life is grandeur and God is bigger then we can comprehend.