If only I had known I had the power, the power to make life glamorous, exciting, and filled with pleasure. A life lived in faraway places, a life filled with excitement, a life on the edge.
The power to have as many famous and influential friends as I want, to take or not calls from presidents and stars. I can if I please, invite celebrities and generals when I feel the need, who all want to see what mountain I’ll climb, or what fish I’ll catch, or maybe to see how great I sail.
Or if wealth is my desire I can find a lost treasure or masterpiece and claim it as my own. I can be handsome, and strong. Even superpowers belong to me. I know I can best Superman in any challenge or feat.
Beautiful women are mine, as many or as few as I want. When boredom overcomes me, I exchange them all for an adventure, as they cry and beg me to stay. Wherever I go, women find and want me.
There isn’t an animal I can’t best, a horse I can’t ride, and a dog that doesn’t love me. There’s not a fish I can’t catch, or one big enough to scare me. Great whites fear me and whales love me. Dolphins entertain me and sardines feed me.
The Great Pyramids are but specks compared to the palaces I build. The world’s but a stopping place for me as I travel to Mars or Jupiter, the Sun or the Moon. I can walk on a moonbeam and soar on light.
I converse with God and the Devil too. Jesus knows my name as do the angels and demons. Visits to heaven and hell are frequent and exciting and they beg me to stay. I leave when I want.
There’s not a race I can’t win, flying, running, or driving, I’m the best. I can lift any weight or outbox any champion; I out swim the fish and outrun the jaguar.
Mr. Wright’s buildings appear as cardboard boxes compared to mine. I build higher than anyone, and use the space elevator I designed as a building crane.
Mr. Edison envies my inventions, and my patents outnumber his ten to one. I design a better Internet and am the envy of Mr. Gates – his fortune pales compared to mine. The world fears the bombs I invent and celebrates the peace I bring.
I can be president or king. Emperor of the world if I want. The choice is mine.
To think this power belongs to me and to you. You ask where? Where is this immense power buried? I tell you it’s not buried, only sunken deep within.
To hatch this Herculean strength from within, we need but to take pen in hand and begin.