[ WP ] To impress Jasmine , Aladdin wished himself to become a prince . You are one of the attendants that got wished into existence , but after Aladdin 's parade you start to have an existential crysis .

What a parade that was! To be created in such revelry, such joy - what a pleasure! What a gift! 
 
 And yet, now that it was over, I did not know what to do. Why was I put on this earth, if not for the parade? Why did I still remain? I heard a voice behind me. 
 
 `` Why not? You were created to attend the parade, but that does not mean you have to be destroyed. Does that trouble you?'' 
 
 The genie loomed over me. His words were kind, but they did not comfort me. 
 
 `` But what now, master? What purpose is left, now that I have fulfilled the only one I had?'' 
 
 The genie gazed at me, his eyes penetrating. `` Look around you,'' he said, gesturing to the busy city, `` each and every one of those humans has no purpose. No divine reason for being here. You certainly do, or did - and you fulfilled it admirably.'' 
 
 I looked at the various humans, all going about their day. Was he saying that none of them had any purpose? Was he denying the very existence of reason? 
 
 `` That's exactly what I'm saying,'' the genie said, as if reading my mind. He smiled. `` Life is what you make it, kiddo.'' 
 
 I felt anxious. Life without purpose - without reason - did n't sound like a life worth living at all. 
 
 `` But... what now? What shall I do?'' 
 
 The genie scratched his wrist uncomfortably, as if feeling something that was n't there. 
 
 `` I was created to serve others. My purpose in life was to be a slave. And Aladdin - he set me free.'' Once again he felt his wrists, then grinned. 
 
 `` Just because you have no purpose, it does not mean that your life has no meaning. It means whatever the hell you want it to.'' 
 
 I stared at him, not understanding. He put his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. 
 
 `` What do you want to do? What's in your heart?'' 
 
 I took a deep breath. It was all so daunting - but beautiful, in a way. I closed my eyes, searching through my thoughts. 
 
 I saw... the ocean. Sand between my toes. Restless waves, caressing the coast. I do n't know what drew me towards it, but I knew I wanted to go there. To experience it. And the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was really *there*. 
 
 I opened my eyes. I gazed in wonder as seagulls flew overhead, and waves crashed against the shore. I saw the genie, and he smiled - and was gone in an instant. I thanked him regardless. 
 
 I lay on the sand, feeling the sun on my skin. Maybe I'd become a fisherman, maybe a sailor, maybe I'd travel somewhere else entirely - whatever I chose, I knew I'd be happy. 
 
 Sure, I had no purpose. But there was no use worrying about what I should have done, rather than doing what I wanted to all along. 
 
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