/lit/ - Literature

I wanted to be a sorcerer when I was little. I wanted to study witchcraft and the dark arts.
So when I was twelve I bought a bunch of books with witchcraft in the title. Because they had the word "craft" I thought they meant of witchcraft as being something practical that you could use in real life. I was excited to have all these manuals of witchcraft to teach me how to do real sorcery.

Then I read those books. What I realized then was that witchcraft, magic, sorcery etc. wasn't a job choice like I'd thought, and like I so desperately wanted to believe. What it was, instead, was a religion, with tedious ceremonies and silly myths. Ever since then I burned my witch-books and turned my eyes back away from my dreams. Witchcraft as I imagined it was not real. The real thing was a perversion of my pure, innocent childhood fantasy of making a living casting spells and enchantments and being the grandest wizard of all time. That was not to be.

I will never be a sorcerer. It will never be my trade to make magic.