I wish I spoke louder. I wish I was less shy. I wish I made movies. I wish I could fly. I wish I could do this without being repetitive. But you know I can’t do that, you can see my incentive.

To keep going and writing it’s all you’ve ever heard, but perhaps there’s still one last story, that might seem quite absurd.

I want to make movies. I have since forever. I want to write, live, be free from this new life, my brand new endeavor.

My problem is this: I wish and I wish, but sometimes we spend so long dreaming of luck, that sooner or later we sleep through it, in life gone amok.

Is that my new fate? To live in sleep state? To wander and wonder and dream, or just ponder a life that would never be considered any more than a mistake for the sake of a newly found door.

Maybe I ran to it too soon. Perhaps I jumped the gun on a career associated with rhythm and tune. There are many possible reasons as to why this shouldn’t work. I’ve thought of them so often I’m surprised my brain hasn’t gone full-berserk.

I try to not think of the reasons why I shouldn’t make movies and let my dreams fly.

I wish I was better at writing in verse. And not making cheap shots by rhyming “verses” with “versus.” I wish I was better at all of this, making films, writing screenplays, and poems in bliss. But I live in a world where money is tight, but I know it could be worse. I could be living in fright.

Of the things I see or the people I know or not being able to sit back and watch a show. To not have family or friends would seem like the end of me so I’ll stay here and write about how I will try to be:

Someone grand, someone powerful, sweet, brilliant, and magical. Someone brave, someone new, someone intelligent, and true. Someone real and not magazine perfect like the pictures girls see on an ad for a “slim quick.” I refuse to believe that this is how the world is. It’s not supposed to be a place where all we care about is our biz. It’s not about us all the time, we must see. It includes learning to let go and be free.

I was told we could have dreams and make them come true. I want to make movies and write TV shows too. I’ve done it before, they weren’t all great, but I’ve been working at this since long since I was eight.

I’m still learning, for crying out loud I’m sixteen. I know there’s more out there than the few things that I’ve seen. I wonder and wander. I wish and I dream. Part of me even waits for people to say what they mean.

I’m young and naive, yet I still have hope and believe, that one day the prayers I’ve been saying and rephrasing will give me one more reason to carry on and keep praising.

For this world is so big and its people so bright that there’s no way that our brilliance will ever lose light.

EDITOR’S?NOTE: Theresa Hermann, 18, is a senior at Marquette Senior High School. She is a member of the 8-18 Media Senior Team and she plays trumpet in the high school band. In her spare time she likes to write and make movies. She is a daughter of James and Gail Hermann. 8-18 Media is a youth journalism program of the Upper Peninsula Children’s Museum. Through the program, teams of kids write news stories and commentaries on issues important to youth and about any good, or bad, things youth are up to. For more information call 906-226-7874, or email at 818mediaupcm@gmail.com.