free

I often wish I could be something else. If I had talent, I would love to be a writer. I can legitimately shut myself in a room and day dream as much as I want. I can live in whatever world my imagination can bring me. In researching the book, I can visit all sorts of dodgey places without feeling guilty. I can even have a swim in the mermaid tank...haa haa! Hmm, may be not, don't want to catch any weird skin diseases, who knows how often they wash that tank. Words are so powerful yet delicately delicious! And no calories! Very useful considering my ever expanding waistline nowadays! Otherwise, I wouldn't mind being a movie critic either. Spending my day alone with reels and reels of movies, being taken to parts of the world I have never heard of, be immersed in the lives of people brought up with opposing values and completely different mold. No one to annoy me. No one to feel inferior to. Just me and imagination. Considering how today's practice went, I shouldn't be thinking like this. At least Master was kind and encouraging. But everything is still my fault, I'm still...a basket case. "Yes it's good, yes it's good, it's good to be free".