I believe in the Middle Earth where the Elves, Men and Hobbits lived, I believe in the Wall that separated the free landers and white walkers from the royal thrones and its subjects. I believe not as much in their existence as I wish they were true. A sentence which contradicts itself, I know, but a statement that best describes my mind.
I wish Lord of the Rings existed, I wish the stories of Game of Thrones were true, I wish these literatures are more than just ink on paper and mind, but a projection of some reality. Its not hard to unwind the effect that watching or reading any of these have on you, but the things I felt after watching them have not let go off me for a long while and now I want them to stay.
So boring would my life be to imagine they never existed, now that I have learnt to find them true. Their honor, their fights, their problems, their bliss, their grace. It would be very disappointing for myself to not believe in them. I know I speak for many when I say this.
I know that they don’t exist, but I want to believe the least in what I know.