To rule the world
My dream to rule the world began when I was a young child with much smaller aims. I can vividly recall the start of my dream: Whilst taking a cross-country road trip with my family, I noticed that there was a gap between the “Now Leaving [blank] State” and “Welcome to [blank] State” signs. I asked my father who owned that bit of the country, and if no one did, can anyone claim it for their own. His reply was, essentially: “I don’t know, but I suppose someone could make a claim to the land.” Which was, likely, a way to cease the line of questions for which curious young children are often known.
However, with Daddy’s answer, I began to think about the state I would start and the logistics of visiting people in your state if it was essentially a winding network of land, maybe 3-20 feet wide, around the nation.
As I grew up, I began to think of ways to trade that winding network off so that eventually I’d have a larger, more well-connected land mass to call “the State of Frances.” Thoughts of how I would govern my new state soon led to thoughts of how I would govern the nation, if I were privileged enough to do so. As the years went on, I realized that there was no reason to stop there and I decided to go for total world domination.
By the time I was fully-grown, I also realised that there was just no possible way for me to rule the world. And—let’s face it—the world is better off as a connection of small nations with individual identities. Besides, would I really want the stress and pressure of ruling the entire world?
And so, my focus shifted on the creation of my own nation—a micronation that could survive in harmony with the rest of the world. In fact, thanks to the enthusiasm of some of my nieces and nephews, I even have the basic plans for the nation’s constitution all ready to go!
But, alas, I think I may need to recognise that this, too, would be a difficult thing to rule; mostly because I’ve yet to find anyone willing to be one of my citizens. So I guess I’ll just have to console myself with the knowledge that I am the ruler of my own life. Which is kind of like being the ruler of the world.
Of course, I still haven’t figured out exactly who owns the land in between border signs. Maybe I should create a Just Frances flag and see about claiming some of it for my own!