Fantasies

I got to thinking about fantasies today for some reason (?).  I wasn't thinking about fantasy novels. I gave up on them when they became just a never-ending series of books. I hate it when you get to the end of a fantasy novel only to discover it's "to be continued".

I wasn't thinking about sexual fantasies either (although that might make an interesting post). I was simply thinking about the "what if's" in life.

What if I had become a skilled carpenter? Or a wood carver? Or a chef? Or an English teacher? Or an automotive mechanic? Or a historian?

What if I had born a different colour? What if I lived in New Zealand? What if I could eat anything that I wanted to and never gain weight?

What if I was filthy rich? What if I won a huge lottery? What vehicle would I buy if I could buy make/model that I wanted?

What would my dream house be like? How many rooms would it have? Could I have a special room for each of my hobbies? Could I hire someone to keep it spotless?

What if I loved to travel? Where would I go first? Would I take a lavish round-the-world cruise? Or fly to a country and stay there until I thought it was time to move on to another exotic location?

I guess this probably sounds more like a wish list than a bunch of fantasies. I'm fortunate that, over my the course of my life, I've seen many of my wishes come true. Not all by any means, of course. But, a lot of them.

I think I'll go to the store now and buy that lottery ticket.