To The Written Heroes and Heroines

My first post is a few simple words dedicated to the heroes and heroines from the world of books, especially those in a fictional universe. This are the things that goes to my head each time I read those middle grade fictions recommended by, none other than, Goodreads.

I have to admit, compared to my book-loving friend, I have not read as many books as I would like in the 20 years I have lived through, but I think I have read enough to be able to assume that children from all over the world adore you. They worship you. They want the amazing life you lead, after a hardship beginning, you went into a story full of adventure, romance and self discovery.They wish they were you. I wish I were you.

You are extraordinary to the ordinary me. That spark of hope you lit, every time you make an uncertain decision and somehow it turned out to be ‘right’ in one way or another. I wish that was me, I wish I was destined to be good, like you. An absolute good. So that I could believe that whatever mistakes I’ve ever made were already predetermined, and that they were for a greater good.

Yes, in parts of the story, you are ‘wrong’ in our eyes, you frustrate us, but you are the main character, aren’t you? So we can assumed that you meant well, that you were supposed to be wrong to be right. Sometimes the things you do don’t make sense, until we could actually see the bigger picture. But that’s the thing, I can’t see a bigger picture of my life, I am not sure if my wrong will ever be right.

If you only knew, the hours I spent picturing myself in your shoes, precious time wasted on daydreaming. If you were reading my story,would you trade place with me? Would you be the one daydreaming of me? Or is my life so boring, that you would immediately close the book and store it in your shelves to dust away?

For now, I am grateful to just be a reader to your fantastic journeys, and I envy you. I loathe the fact, you made me expect for something better to happen at some point in my tedious routines. You make me crave for a better plot to tell on my biography. I wonder, is there any possibility that if I go through with this current story, will something spectacular come my way, like it did with yours? And if that chance actually come, will I find the courage to take it, like you did?

To every page turner hope and excitement you brought to this lucky reader, I thank you. As much as I resent you, I admire you. Thank you.