I feel like Bastian from ‘The Never Ending Story,’
hiding away from bullies & school,
trading my own reality for one
that is more more apparently falling apart,
howling against the wind & rain,
wishing to save the characters I love,
from the destruction of The Nothing.
I am learning to confront the blights of my own world with imagination. When all of Fantasia has been laid to waste and only one grain of sand remains, the only thing left to do is start over: rename everything, make selfless wishes, use memory and imagination to restore the world, resurrect what’s lost, and create a better somewhere. In so doing, balance is returned to my reality.
G’mork: Foolish boy. Don’t you know anything about Fantasia? It’s the world of human fantasy. Every part, every creature of it, is a piece of the dreams and hopes of mankind. Therefore, it has no boundaries.
Atreyu: But why is Fantasia dying, then?
G’mork: Because people have begun to lose their hopes and forget their dreams. So the Nothing grows stronger.
Atreyu: What is the Nothing?
G’mork: It’s the emptiness that’s left. It’s like a despair, destroying this world. And I have been trying to help it.