Prologue: Wondering

So the story behind me writing this story is this; I had nothing to do at work and I decided to fill some of the time by trying i repeat TRYING to write a story. I know it might be very cliche and amateurishly written. But that's what makes it fun! Anyways, hope you enjoy. Or hate enough to keep reading :D

Prologue: Wondering

Everyone wonders at some point in time if they are someone special or even; some thing special. Is there something that I and I alone am capable of? Is there some kind of power sleeping dormant within me? Is there something that I was born to do? In these times of questioning, we let fly the imagination which we have come to instinctively suppress every day in our lives. The boundaries of reason are brought tumbling down by our longing to be something extraordinary.

But the train of thought always ends in the same way. We shrug it off as a moment of mental weakness; insecurity. Of course not… Why do I waste my time thinking about these things? But we are not the lone aspirers. We see it all the time; the washed-up artists in the big city vending their paintings in a grimy back alley, the cab driver handing over his paycheck for its value in lottery tickets, the boys at the dirt jumps, bruised and battered, filming each other attempting impossible stunts.

Everyone wonders at some point in time if they are someone special, some thing special. Where we differ is how often we wonder, and I know I’m addicted. It consumes me, pervading my mundane daily tasks, tossing aside any other loose thoughts. The more often it comes about, the more often I must force myself to send it away. The more often I send it away the more strongly it persists. I can no longer overcome my curiosity. I must know what I am meant for.