Archive for August, 2008

In a perfect world

Sunday, August 31st, 2008

            I am an author. I pen my works meticulously with twists and turns no one could ever guess. I craft my words wittily to create the magical world that my readers never want to leave. I am published and successful, and there is nothing else in the world that I love than to have words flowing off my fingertips with ease.

             I am a feature writer. People often seek for me to write opinion pieces and reviews. I can demand for any topic and any location that I want to write on at all, and I will be shipped off with all-expenses paid.

             I am an editor. I meet everybody in the world and I travel all around the globe. I boss people around to have their work done, and I get to say what they can or cannot do. I manage with perfection and copies fly off the shelf, and the office is a merry wonder.

             I am a linguist. I teach at a renowned university and I am respected by peers and students alike. I inspire and empower my students like no other, and bring forth changes to the leaders of today.

             I am a wildlife conservationist. I work with the cutest and the most dangerous animals to walk on the soil. I may have to travel and get dirty, but nothing pleases me more than to see another life saved.

             I am a lawyer. I am knowledgeable and confident; I am the best of my league. I defend all who is right and justice will be at my side. Evils may manipulate but my integrity will still be intact.

             I am an archeologist. I am educated in world history and I am determined. I dig all around the world for proofs and stories and revelations come with me. When I am eighty rocking on my favourite chair, my grandchildren still come home to listen to the endless stories I have.

             I am a baker. I am not of prestigious award winning background, but humble and locally loved. I have a small and quaint business in town, all run by myself. I am covered in butter, flour and sugar every day, just like the housewife dream I have always had.

             I am a housewife. A hired cleaner does the chores and the cooking is done by the husband, but all the same I shop for the house enthusiastically. No children.

             But most of all I am a friend. A friend to all who said hi and all who walk past. A friend to my family and the people around me. A friend who is there when needed, and when I can’t be there, I am the friend who tries. A friend who is sincere and independent.