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What's it like being.....

What's it like being_______?

.... fill in the blank any way you like and you'd probably still get the same answer--- "I don't know"

At least it's the answer you'd get if the person you'd asked had never known anything different. What's it like being a woman? What's it like being blind? What's it like being rich? If the woman had never been a man, if the blind person had never been sighted and if the one who was rich had never been poor, then they would have no way of explaining exactly what it was like. How can the known be explained in relation to the unknown??

I've often wondered what it's like to be everything that I'm not. Maybe it's my inquisitive mind, or perhaps my multi-personality imagination or my innate writer. Most likely it's the delirious daydreams of someone bored/fed up with their state in life. Whatever the explanation, the end result is the same---- what's it like being_____?

Whether the answer I provide myself with is right or not doesn't much matter. For me, it's the speculation....the idea/dream of being something completely different. That's enough for me. I've had enough dreams come true to know that the dreaming is what's most enjoyable. Dreaming about having something is far more exciting than actually having it. Once you have whatever "it" is, there is nothing else to look forward to, nothing else to drive yourself toward, nothing else to give purpose to your existence.

For me, I'd prefer to have the always ask, What's it like being______?


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