So, the time is come for me to make my commitment. I have committed myself, I have dedicated myself to the pursuit of the Dragon. And having made that commitment, having decided that once and for all, now, all of a sudden, I can see him.
We all live in a fantasy world. It’s a fantasy that we make up for ourselves, but we don’t really realize it. We all battle monsters that we conjure up for ourselves – Skeletons in our closets, Demons in our heads – and we personify our issues with images of monsters that we wage battle with. We sum up the most trying times in our lives with the idea that we were battling a horrific monster. I hear about this stuff every day: So-and-so “beat” cancer, Such-and-such “escaped” the streets. These struggles – real world struggles – are reverse-LARP’d into a fantasy quest. That’s what it feels like, doesn’t it? We were forced into a bit of hardship, and reluctantly we set out to overcome the obstacle set forth. Once our quest is finished, we tell others of our doings and our deeds as if it was an adventure. What if it was, in retrospect? It may sound like a page out of Don Quixote (and it should, since I already referenced Chris Crawford), but what if those monsters and demons and dragons we were told of long ago are real, and they exist as illness and debt and mistreatment? What if the dragon is not a scaly fire-breathing beast, but some goal that lies before you, and you have to fight in other ways to achieve it?