A Humble Fantasy

There are things in this world worth exploring. Not the kind of exploration that equates to flipping a page or clicking a button. I want immersive exploration. I want to deep dive into the ocean of what ifs and come out smelling like sea water. I want to wander a trail in a forest, follow breadcrumbs, battle big bad wolves. Let life swallow me whole.

Still, there are days when I wish I had the power of Thanos. With a snap of my fingers, I could bring to myself solace, quietude, nothingness. If the multiverse were at my disposal, I’d befriend a doppelganger, or two, and let them fill in while I check out. If I need a do-over, or a little extra time, there’s someone I can ask. It’s Strange. Reliving moments in time, absorbing things I missed, embracing those I’ve lost - I could linger in the past for lifetimes. But would it be enough?

If I had Mary Poppins’ carpetbag, I could bring forth exactly what I need when I need it. A clever idea, wrapped in silk. A lamp with a bulb that doesn’t flicker. A healthy dose of chocolate (if there is such a thing). Forget Thanos. Mary Poppins had a much more practical power. One snap of her fingers, and my whole house would be clean.

So I suppose mine is a humble fantasy. A clean house, moments of solitude, and a life well lived. On second thought, maybe it isn’t so humble.