It’s just nice to be able to decide what happens.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have everything go your way? To have no problems, and have everything you’ve wanted in a snap. But then again, life would be boring. Life would be comfortable. In reality, it wouldn’t be living. No, I really don’t relate much to the gal in that short. I’m more of the guy. The one who envisions happy thoughts. The one who narrates the story with much passion bursting out. The one who dreams of fictional memories. Yes, it would be nice to decide one’s fate. It would be nice, even for just a brief moment, for fiction to become a reality.
If you could have a memory of anything, real or not, what would it be?
What if we had a chance to remember things that we never actually experienced?