Although I am still pretty young, I sometimes feel as if I have lived a thousand lives... and honestly, that is due to my imagination. It's really my best and worst talent, because it often gets me into trouble. As a child, I really believed I was Danger Woman, or Alice in Wonderland, or whoever the character of the day was.
What you don't know is I still believe...
I think everyone views the world in their own random perspective, and they're all beautiful and unique and worth taking a look at. That's why I will never attempt to dim the extremely colorful way I view the world. I make up stories about every person I encounter. When I'm driving or walking somewhere, I pretend I am on my way to something dangerous.
I used to get jealous as I got older, jealous of Emma my sister and every other child. They get to stay young. They get to still live in that way every day, that way of dress-up and pretend and fantasy land. But I'll be damned if I ever lose that quality. I know it can be frustrating for my loved ones, because I don't always live on this dimension of reality... But, see, one of these days I'll pen my novel just right, and I'll be rich enough to buy them all cars, and then we'll see what they have to say!
I gotta go put a leash on a gryffon.
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