If I could run away, I think I’d know where exactly I’d go. I think all of us at some point wanted to run — from things that feel too heavy, too uncomfortable or just a little too much to hold. I’ve had more of these moments than I can count. And somewhere along the way, I started imagining a place I’d escape to. Let me take you there — to the most beautiful place I’ve built in mind, I have a feeling you might want to stay there too.

I love fiction — both reading it and watching it. It lets my creativity run wild, opening up endless possibilities. As someone who often disappears into the magical worlds the books introduce to me, I’ve built a place of my own — not entirely logical, but undeniably beautiful — somewhere I imagine I’d run away. There are times when unwanted thoughts cloud my mind. I’ve always encouraged myself to focus on the positive, to not dwell on the worst. But some things aren’t easy to change. Sometimes, being with people feels overwhelming. Sometimes, even listening to conversations or just thinking about them, can be draining. And in moments like that I do feel like running away, to a place that feels like Elysium to me. It isn’t grand or extravagant, it’s simple. It’s a small, beautiful town, filled with people and ideas. A place where I can walk freely without being judged for what I wear, how I look, or even how I move through the world. There is no rush. No invisible social clock ticking over my head. And I think that alone would bring me a kind of peace I’ve never really known. This little society doesn’t compare me to others. It doesn’t make me feel guilty for choosing my own path. There’s no urgency to become something, no pressure to constantly prove anything. There’s a large library there — one that holds every kind of book imaginable: fiction, non-fiction, biographies and everything in between. There are quiet corners to lounge in, and large windows where I can sit for hours, lost in stories I love. Right next to it, there’s a small coffee shop. On gloomy days it feels like a bliss to sit there with a cup of hot chocolate, a favorite book in hand and nowhere else to be. Even education feels different there. It doesn’t confine children or correct them for being unique. Instead, creativity is always brewing — like a fresh cup of latte in young minds.

You wouldn’t be considered stupid for asking different questions, or for looking at things in your own way. I think I’ll flourish in an environment like that. A place where I can be myself without anyone telling me who I should be. I could learn anything I want. Start whenever I feel ready, without rules that sound as final as “time is up.” Because in this place time feels abundant. I could explore, wander, and exist without feeling ashamed of who I am. No one would guilt-trip me into believing that living for myself is selfish. No one would question whether I have what it takes to be where I want to be. People would ask about me — not interrogate me. It’s a place that quietly radiates love. The kind that feels unconditional. The kind that reminds you that you deserve good things in life.

Sounds magical right? Or does it sound a little ridiculous? Maybe even too dreamy? I didn’t ask for flying trains, or floating castles (although, now that I think about it, they wouldn’t be so bad). And yet, something so simple — feels almost impossible. Funny how the bare minimum can start to feel unrealistic. Maybe because we live in a world that tends to make things harder than they need to be. I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand why. But I do like to believe a place like this could exist — if not now, then somewhere in the future. And honestly, what’s wrong in believing in that? If I could move through time I think I’d run straight there. Because, for once I’d like to know what it feels like to simply exist in it. Where life feels softer, and not something, I have to constantly push through.