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I always felt indistinct. Just a mass product of consumerism, my life was just like the other person walking right next to me.
All I wanted when I was young was the moon upon the stick. My parents told me I was crazy, even threatening to bring me to a counsellor when I insisted on my dream. Then I grew up. And ironically, now I am sitting on a comfortable armchair, telling all my problems about a meaningless, soulless life I was leading to a counsellor, who only asked me to follow my goals.
All I wanted when I was young was the moon upon a stick, so everyday before I picked my out of my wheelchair onto my bed, I would look outside the window, dream about holding that large white piece of rock in my hand.
"Again?" I asked myself. To get the same word again, was a miracle to behold! I immediately said a prayer of thanks, and set my eyes on the bright future ahead.
She was jumping, cheering about herself, unwittingly ignorant about her sense of void in her heart. As she started to carry herself into the bar, she fell flat on her face, while the whole world stepped on her...