life?

If I decide to be completely honest with myself it becomes pretty obvious what I want in life. I want to go on an adventure. I wanna embark on a quest to slay a dragon. Defeat an army of demons ruled by a demon king. Search for treasure. Band together with a ragtag group of misfits to save the world.

I wouldn’t tell another person this because I know it’s not realistic. I can’t even daydream about it long enough before the rational part of me pulls me back into reality. But you know what? Screw that. Why shouldn’t I want this? I know that deep down it’s a matter of me just wanting to enjoy my life and have fun. And yes I know that there are so many amazing experiences to be had in the world. That there are adventures to be had in reality as well.

The thing is I don’t want to be realistic right now. I’m tired of having to ignore all these fantastical dreams because they aren’t realistic. I’m probably not the only one who feels this way. Books exist for a reason. Movies exist for a reason.

Becoming immersed in a wonderful book, movie or television series serves as a powerful substitute for this whimsical fantasy sometimes. It’s like an add-on to my reality that makes my life feel more magical than it should be. When it’s really good, I feel like my life becomes the adventure. I love it. But it’s not the same is it? It’s really close sometimes but it’s not the same.

I probably won’t ever go on a journey across the world, legendary sword in hand, that teaches me the power of friendship. But as I write this, a thought popped into my head. There is something I can do.

I can still dream about it.

I’ll live life believing that one day it’ll be just as good as all the heroic adventures I hope to have. I’ll keep watching movies, reading books and playing video games that sprinkle the magic of adventure into my reality.