Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in?
Come, today, let me take you on a little journey through my fictional world.
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If I ever got the chance to visit a fictional world, I would want to go to a place where time has slowed down, where magic exists, and where the relationship between nature and human beings is so beautiful that neither feels separate from the other.
A world where I would not have to worry about my age, whether I am a girl or a boy, or about all the identities and boundaries that society has created for us.
Just a world where, for a while, I could leave all of these things behind and simply be happy being myself.
That is my fictional world.
But then I began to wonder—why did I feel the need to escape into a fictional world in the first place?
Is it because we are attracted to its beauty? Or because of the carefree life it seems to offer?
Or perhaps, somewhere inside, we simply want to get away from our real lives for a little while.
Over the past few years, social media has brought us into contact with more people than ever before. We can talk to someone thousands of miles away within seconds. We have more technology, more comfort, more ways to entertain ourselves than previous generations could have imagined.
And yet, are we really happy?
More importantly, do we even remember who we are anymore?
Were we always the people we have become today?
As children, even the smallest things could keep us happy for hours. Rain could make us excited. Sitting beneath a tree could feel special. We could find an entire world in something that adults might consider insignificant.
But perhaps we don’t live that way anymore.
Because now, we hardly have any time.
We created technology to save time, but do we really have more time today?
We have also started capturing nature through our phones and cameras. We take beautiful photographs of sunsets, mountains, rivers, trees, and rain and keep them inside our devices.
But do we actually sit with nature for a while without worrying about anything, without looking at our phones?
Perhaps not.
We have slowly stopped feeling nature. We have stopped talking to it. We have stopped treating it like a friend.
Instead, we have turned nature into another resource for our development.
Maybe that is why, in my fictional world, I imagined such a beautiful relationship between nature and human beings.
When I said I wanted time to be still, I did not mean that I wanted life to stop forever.
Perhaps I simply want to live for a while without constantly worrying about what comes next.
A world where nature is not a means of development, but our friend.
A world where society does not decide beforehand what my limits should be because I am a girl or what my freedom should look like because someone is a boy.
A world where age does not tell us what we are allowed to dream about.
A world where we can once again feel the child inside us—the child who knew how to be happy about the smallest things.
But then another question comes to me.
Can we live this way only in a fictional world?
Has living like this really become impossible in our real world?
Or have we simply stopped allowing our real world to remain this way?
Perhaps the reason we want to visit fictional worlds is because they show us the things we have slowly left behind in our own world—time, nature, freedom, curiosity, and the simple joy of being ourselves.
So, can’t we make our real world a little more like the fictional world we dream about?
Maybe we cannot stop time, but we can stop running after it for a while.
Maybe we don’t need magic to make nature our friend again.
And perhaps we don’t need to enter another world to find the child we once were.
Maybe our fictional world is not somewhere far away.
Maybe it is hidden within our own real world—we have simply forgotten how to see it and feel it.
So perhaps the question is not really which fictional world we would choose for a vacation.
Perhaps the real question is: If we could change just one thing about our real world, what would we change first?