Lemons of Fate
āIF life gives you lemons, well then, youāre god.ā At least thatās what I wrote in my middle school diary, hoping it would be some kind of life mantra.
Fast forward 15 years, and apparently, my childish optimism is the least of my worries. Iām now trapped in the novel I wrote as a kid. And no, I didnāt dream this up. Thereās no way I imagined the high school drama, the ridiculous fantasy world, andāmost importantlyāthe absurdly clichĆ© plotline of some random teenager becoming a hero by⦠well, not being an idiot.
But here I am. Caught between pages, awkwardly stuck in the world of my imagination where Iām supposed to be a minor character who dies in chapter three.
Yeah. Real great, right?
And hereās the kicker: Itās not like life (or the "god" of this world, which, letās be honest, feels a lot like life at this point) is giving me some great power or destiny. No, no, no. Lifeās throwing the equivalent of lemons at me, and I have no idea how to make lemonade.
I mean, seriously? This world was supposed to be an adventure, full of magic, mythical creatures, and an epic storyline. But instead, I'm stuck here watching the ārealā protagonistāwhoās probably off saving the worldāwhile I try to figure out how to not get killed by a random monster in the middle of a forest.
Is this my punishment for writing a half-baked novel as a kid? Probably. But whatever it is, Iām going to have to deal with it. Thereās just one problemāif I want to survive this insane mess, I need to rewrite my own fate. And rewriting this world is a hell of a lot harder than I thought.
Can I survive in a story where Iām not supposed to exist? And more importantlyāwhat if I can change the plot entirely?