"I want to be a writer! I want to be someone famous."

"But writers don't have two nickels to rub together."

"I don't care! I still want to be famous. Why does this world always have to go around on money?"

"Because both are an illusion. Just as love and heartbreak are illusions."

"Then why do illusions feel so strong? Or hurt so bad?"

"Life is an illusion. The pain you endure, the love you experience: none of it is real. Feelings are illusions."

"What is real? Please tell me there is something real."

"Happiness , my darling. Happiness is real because no one living can experience real honest happiness. It is not a part of life. You might say that life and happiness are opposites."

"Then what is the point to life? Would it not be smartest to end it now and move on to reality and happiness?"

"How wise of you to believe that after life is the reality. You have hope, and that is good. Some people may have believed that the reality has passed: but no. True happiness is yet to come. The point to life is to prove that you are worthy of happiness. You, and all of us, must prove that we have the desire and appreciation for happiness. We all are kept here until we have proved this, but your time can run out if you are not careful. We are all allowed a certain time to prove ourselves, and you must complete the task by your personal deadline."

"Then I beg of you, tell me what my task is."

"I can not do that. There is only one who can answer your questions. You must look to Him and trust in Him completely. This is how you prove yourself. There is only one way, and you must desire happiness."

"But I want to be a writer..."

"Listen to me," he took ahold of her frail shoulders,
"You must desire happiness."