When I was little, my father told me that I could be anything I wanted to be. As any five year old, I smiled and jumped up and down excitedly and told him;
“I want to be a princess, to be on top of the world.”
Though as I grew older, my eyes opened up and I saw the world, in all its glory and destruction. Pain and suffering seemed to follow me wherever I went, like a shadow. The darkness soon crept in, filling my veins and the faint flicker of childhood, of innocence, was destroyed. It was ruthless, overtaking everything until there was nothing left.
When I was little, my father told me I could be anything. Which is why I was currently standing up on a cliff, looking down on the crashing waves below. Smiling, I closed my eyes and took a step forward, and suddenly I was flying. At last, I was free.