Reflections

I think I’ve chosen the cruelest career for myself. All my life, I’ve wanted to be other people. I would watch a movie about the Victorian era and want to be a fair lady with a corset and a British accent. If it was a Wuxia drama, I’d want to become an empress with magic and the ability to fly. I’ve chosen to be a writer and now I can create all of these worlds. But I will never be present in any of those worlds. I merely create them and observe them from the outside. If only I were an actor but alas, that wouldn’t be satisfying either. I wouldn’t be able to control what the story is about, I would be part of another’s creations. I want to create my ideal world and live in it.

But I guess you really can’t have everything in life. I really want everything though, I am selfish in that way. Perhaps that is why I’m a writer. I’ve chosen the cruelest but the most fitting career.