You forget that you do choose your life and there are so many things to be grateful for and I feel like society has gotten to that point where we’re always looking for the next and the better and we lose sight of what’s actually in front of us.
One good thing about being a fiction writer? You get to be gods. You get to tell stories no one had ever heard of. You get to bring people places without having to necessarily pay for transportation. You get to bring them somewhere even an airplane can’t go to. You get to build realms of unworldliness and do whatever you want to do with it as you please. And you get to create your own people. You get to design them as someone you know will never exist in this planet. That’s why fictional characters are too good to be true, because authors make them as perfect as it is for us to think that it’d be too perfect to be true. And the best thing? You get to make life seem so easier for people living within your pages no matter how hard their life is outside. You get to remove the burden without having to carry it for them. You get to build a life and make it seem so incredibly perfect that people will be convinced that there would be some points in life ain’t bad enough. It’s a part of me that I’ll always be proud of; my own world, just as wonderful as what I dreamed it would be. And for people like me, who hates the world she’s living in, we are surviving through words of our own minds; words that are so complicated, you cannot say them so you just lay them out in a paper. And if people thinks that we’re just professional liars, that we tell lies for a living, then we won’t be affected by it. The thing is, we don’t tell lies. We don’t make up stories. We call it creativity; imagination. It’s just too bad that most people don’t have it.
By the end, I realized it’s merely like playing The Sims, though, we get to write it, with a pen and paper or Microsoft Word and not a Playstation controller.
By the end, it’s all good.