I’ve done many things. I’ve seen many things. I’ve witnessed many things. If life were as amazing as people say it is. “If we had one life what would you do with it,” They ask. What would I do with it? What would I do? Well, remember the books that involve escaping to a magical land where a girl falls in love and has to defeat a bad guy. Well, that’s what I would love to do. What is the world without myths of magic and heroes? What is the world without stories of gods and goddesses? What is it? Why can’t I be a Percy Jackson? Why can’t I be a Bilbo Baggins? Why can’t I? Why isn’t it real? Why do I look outside every day wondering if something magical will ever happen to me? Don’t think I don’t believe in magic because I do. I just wonder. Is that a bad thing to do? To wonder if there were wizards and witches. If there were such thing as magical powers? Why can’t it be real? Why can’t it come true? But as I end my writing, I start to get out of my imaginative world and back into reality. I start to realize that, that cannot happen. For if it did, why am I still here?
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