What if

If I had plenty of money, I would pack a bag and catch the first plane as far away as possible. Then I'd come back and do it again.

If my endurance was the opposite of the current one, I'd run a marathon. I want the amazing feeling of crashing all the barriers of disbelief in myself.

If I spoke perfect French, I'd sit in a little café in Paris chatting to French people, reading a newspaper while wearing Chanel sunglasses and just enjoying life.

If my life was a movie, I would want the perfect fairytale.
 
If I could choose to be anyone for a day, I'd be someone who is so low and broken that I'd be forever happy that I am myself.

If I was brave enough, I'd always say aloud what I am thinking and feeling.

If I really wanted, I could achieve all of that. I could get it all, I could experience what it really feels like to go through the emotions and situations I can so clearly picture in my head.

But I don't mind if I won't. Some things are meant to be dreams and hopes and it's okay for them to stay like that.