Muggle Studies: "The best way to predict the future is to invent it" – Alan Kay
The A-Maze-Ing Race Challenge - soggy
Dreams
Trudging into the grey walls of Wool's Orphanage was always an affair he hated, especially on rainy days where soggy clothing dripped all over the entrance hall.
He did not want this for his future. He did not want to continue living like these sordid children did, wasting their every moment on complaining about everything they did not have.
What did it matter? There was nothing to be done about the past. It was already long gone. There was no reason for them to continue bemoaning fate's hand and continuing to do so for however long their useless bodies managed to live.
He would never do that.
He would never wonder about the past that could have been if something was different. No, he had promised himself never to do that, years ago.
He wanted a future that every child within this orphanage dreamed of, but never thought of working towards. He wanted to carve out his own future. He wanted to rise from these pits of nothingness and despair and show the world his true worth.
He was nothing like the rest of those weaklings. The only thing they had in common was their age.
They had no ambition. No drive. No future.
They didn't even have his abilities. They feared him, just like how it was supposed to be.
He was better than them, better than they could ever dream of being, because he was unique. His future started every day. It crawled closer every minute. It waited for no one.
The future became clearer and clearer through his carefully laid, yet ever changing plans. Nothing was set in stone, but he liked the idea of having a vague pathway in the mist of the future.
He liked the knowledge that it was getting clearer, more pronounced, more real, with every envisioning.
Every action got him just a little closer to where he wanted to be.