The other day I watched one my all-time favorite films, Mirrormask.
Also recently, I have begun to feel melancholic.
Lately I've been asking myself "Where is my adventure?"
Don't get me wrong -- I love life.
I love my family.
I love my friends.
I love my school.
ect.
. . . But really . . .
Where's my adventure?
Take Mirrormask for example.
A girl who is fifteen goes with a young man to search for something
(not giving the whole plot away here) to help re-awaken the Queen of Light.
And Mirrormask is not the only example out there.
I read about such adventures in books -- my personal favorites being The Hobbit and The Star of Kazan.
And there are even non-fictional examples, such as the life of Julia Child!
But what about me?
Where's my adventure?
I may be seventeen, but that shouldn't mean my life should be boring.
Like I said before, I've read stories of girls and boys younger than I off to
wondrous worlds full of constant conflict and resolution -- excitement.
But here I am, sitting and flipping the pages in joy as if I was them.
Don't get me wrong -- I love life.
I love my family.
I love my friends.
I love my school.
ect.
. . . But really . . .
Where's my adventure?
Take Mirrormask for example.
A girl who is fifteen goes with a young man to search for something
(not giving the whole plot away here) to help re-awaken the Queen of Light.
And Mirrormask is not the only example out there.
I read about such adventures in books -- my personal favorites being The Hobbit and The Star of Kazan.
And there are even non-fictional examples, such as the life of Julia Child!
But what about me?
Where's my adventure?
I may be seventeen, but that shouldn't mean my life should be boring.
Like I said before, I've read stories of girls and boys younger than I off to
wondrous worlds full of constant conflict and resolution -- excitement.
But here I am, sitting and flipping the pages in joy as if I was them.
