Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.

If I could do anything I wanted, today I would go on an adventure with my gnome. We would climb high mountains, save damsels in distress, find knights in shining armour, and wield swords as we vanquished the foe. We would feast in large castles as we are entertained by the jesters and Baird's. We would ride on dragons that breathed blue flames, and sleep under the stars in a meadow surrounded by the woods. The sound of the nearby creek and the crickets singing merrily to one another would lull us to sleep. He would meet a lady gnome who would simply steal his heart away with her shy and gentle ways and I would meet a knight. He would be full of valor, yet humble and gentle in his manner. I may dislike him immensely at first and dismiss every attention he paid me, or I may simply fall head over heels for him though maybe he doesn't notice me at first. I would have him tall, of a solid stature, with hair of either raven black or amber gold. Either would suite my fancy. His eyes would be gentle but yet piercing to the soul. We would meet in a castle where I am healing from a near fatal wound given to me by a gryphon, one of the many I was battling at the moment. When I am well enough to leave my chambers, I walk in the gardens and hedge mazes, longing to be out of the castle walls where I feel as free as my spirit is. One day I notice a man looking down on me from one of the many windows. I do not recognize him since the only people I have seen since my awakening are the maid servants that tended my wounds and brought me food. But he is handsome and the twinkling in his eyes makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter. Each day I am allowed in the garden for a mere hour so that I do not tire myself out, and each day I see him at the window. His eyes meet mine and there is a flicker of a smile about his lips. Oh how I wish to see him smile... One day as I walk my same path, he is not at the window. I am disappointed, but I know he must have been sent out on an errand or on an important journey, therefore I know it is selfish of me to want him there. I make my way towards the bench I have now claimed as my own, for I have never seen anyone sit there. I turn the corner, past the pale pink roses, and lo! There he sits, on my bench! His posture is so full of self assurance and yet so humble at the same time. Drat! He noticed me. Now I can do nothing but continue towards him. His voice, as soft as velvet, reaches my ear in a soft, "Hello." I shyly drop my eyes but manage a small curtsy without falling as I return his greeting. He beckons me to sit with him and I oblige. My heart pounds in my ears and I know he must be able to hear it for an amused grin steals across his features. What shall I say? I do not know, lest I say something completely absured and make a fool of myself... And yet in his presence I feel so comfortable. It is such a strange sensation, to be all nerves and yet completely relaxed at the same time.