I Have Magical Powers

There was a time when, like most young boys, I wanted to be a hero, or even a super-hero. I would play awesome games with my friends, using only our imaginations and we could do anything. To this day I still sometimes find my mind drifting off to those characters, those alter-egos we made for ourselves. The best parts of who we wanted to be all rolled up into collective childhood games. In these games, I didn't have super powers, or even magical powers, but I think the fact that I have held onto that youthfulness is what grants me my powers today.

Everyone I get close to, hell, even people I just met, open up to me and talk to me. I am not sure what it is about my demeanor that allows for this, so I chalk it up to my magical powers. That really isn't the kicker for me though, the true nature of my magic seems to be in my influence.

Now, this may seem bad (and I suppose it is), but I once helped convince a guy I had met only a day ago to go rob a bank. Granted I didn't tell him to do it, but I gave him the idea and sure enough I found out a few weeks later he had gotten caught trying to do just that. If anyone wants to hear that entire story just let me know, I will type it out at some point.

Mostly though I seem to encourage the good in others, which although noble, often sees me leading them straight on a path away from me. I accept that I tend to be a black hole when it comes to achievement and success, I'll even go so far as to say I am a black hole for growing up in general. It is comfortable here, but ultimately I end up encouraging my loved ones to go and pursue their dreams, live their lives, I will be here when the journey is over.

I don't know if it is because they trust me, or if it is simply because they have someone who believes in them, but almost always, the people left in my care, go on to do the things they truly wanted to do.

Teaching people how to fly, means they will fly away eventually.

I'd love to say it is a lonely existence, I think as a writer (or someone who wants to be a writer) part of me wants to live a life of solitude. A life full of sorrow and missed opportunities, a life filled with an unending wellspring of inspiration. This is not true though, it is not a lonely existence, in fact, it is rather fulfilling. I hate to see people go, but I love seeing what they become. I try to find inspiration in those things, try being the operative word.

My powers seem to be able to heal hearts and minds, now I just need to work on healing physical ailments. I don't think words (which are the true root of my powers) can do such feats to the physical body, but if there is a way, you bet I will be the one to find it.