When i was in elementary school, I created little dioramas and miniature worlds from paper and cardboard and any other garbage I could salvage from being wasted. In my little worlds, I would pretend they were real and that I lived in them. These worlds were the reality I desired to build, where anything good was possible. There was no lack, no poverty, no depression, no bullying, no hopelessness, no fear, no terror, and no negativity. Only happiness, clarity, and abundant joy, existed in my mini worlds. Everyone was doing what they were created to do. Artists thrived in my worlds. There was no jealousy or envy. Nothing but pure constant eternal happiness and an abundance of friends who never hurt each other. Everyone belonged and everyone fit in. No one lacked anything.