Dreaming

When I was little I had dreams. One of my favorites was when I was with Peter Pan. I was with him, Tinker Bell, Wendy, the Darling boys, and the lost boys. We flew over Neverland. We battled pirates and left Captain Hook to the crocodile. We splashed in the water with the mermaids and played pranks on each other. It was like a dream come true.

Eventually, I woke up from the wondrous dream. I hastily threw the covers off me and stood up. I tried to fly. I remembered how. I remembered flying with Peter and Tinker Bell. I remembered battling pirates and playing pranks. It took me half an hour to realize that it all just a dream. To realize that I never flew and that Peter Pan doesn't exist. I never battled pirates and I didn't swim with mermaids.

I guess it was all just wishful thinking. Just like how it's wishful thinking to imagine a world with peace. A world where suicides and depression isn't a thing. A world without racism and sexism.

A lot of things are just wishful thinking.