Wish

If you asked me when I stopped believing in fairy tales, I would say, a very very long time ago, when I was still a kid. No, perhaps I never believed in them. Mischievous pixies, petite wish-granting fairies, evil goblins, man-eating trolls and princesses with a heart of gold; it was all too unbelievable, a dead giveaway from the very beginning! FAKE! UNREAL!

But if you asked me when I stopped believing in supernatural things; time travel, supernatural powers, creatures of the night, telepathy, myths...I would have to admit: I never did. Perhaps I thought life was boring without these things in it, but one could also say that everyday phenomena is already quite magical, miraculous even. Yes, I am just a little kid wishing for the impossible, yet my common sense tells me that these things are not real and that I shouldn't hope for their existence, and yet I do.

So, sometimes I come across the question, what is the point of fantasy? Common answers: happiness, satisfaction, longing for a different world, curiosity.

Bullshit.

Why do we know that it is improbable that a random person will just pop out of nowhere and say: "Hi, I'm from the future.", but yet we sometimes wish it were true? Isn't that quite naive; bordering on idiotic even? That makes us quite dumb a race does it not? Or perhaps it is only the children who dream so? The notion makes sense at first, but, neh; why aren't the ones who are (or at least claim to be) grown-up happy either?

Me? I just want a more interesting life, and for people to appreciate the things they have more, which is why I constantly wish for a world where humanity has to unite against an unknown evil threatening our lives. Childish, naive, decadent, stupid; I know.

Sometimes I wish for myself to be able to sleep for ages; decades, centuries, millennia, aeons; time passing by me, hoping to see how the world changes, to steer the world in the direction of change. But then I also know that I'll find traces of memories strewn across the world of the world past, and I'd long for the past, and feel melancholic, and lonely...