The “what-ifs”, of course. It’s very easy for me to catch a glance of things gone by, to snatch an idea that hangs glinting before me, and wonder, “What if…”
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What if we could fly?
What if we slept during the day?
What if we didn’t have hair?
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What if I became a rock star? Would I even like it?
What if I had never gone to school in my life? Would my life be majorly different?
What if I could read people’s minds?
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What if my friend hadn’t developed a skin disorder? Would she be really shy, as she is now? Or extremely popular?
What if I hadn’t moved away? Would I still be best friends with my best friends? Would I be a better person than I am now?
What if God showed Himself to us every single day?
And
What if He is, but I’m too blind to even tell?
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But then I snap out of the trance, and I’m back in my own body, in another’s world, and the line between reality and fantasy sharpens.

“‘To know what would have happened, child?’ asked Aslan. …’Nobody is ever told that.’
‘Oh dear,’ said Lucy.
‘But anyone can find out what will happen,’ said Aslan.”

~ from Prince Caspian (C.S. Lewis)