Edited just a bit so that it would sound well ;-)
The Purpose of it is to show that we all have a potential and ability to create and especially write, when we allow imagination and effort work together even if for one short moment.
Once upon a time I had a dream. At that time I was about thirteen years old and lived in Aruba. I lived with my Grandmother. She was the one I could trust and turn for help and support when needed. She taught me to never give up on my dreams and keep going no matter what.
One day I made a decision to follow my dream. My vision was to embrace the whole world through travelling and learning. I decided to travel around the world on my own and with very little by my side. I knew that Mother Earth was going to be my home by now: it will shelter me, feed me, look after me and nourish me. I leaped from the cliff and into my life’s journey somehow hoping that a net would appear to catch me or better yet I would sprout wings and...up up and away I would fly like a Superman. I reached for the sun! During this journey I encountered challenges and hardships, but the most importantly I ‘discovered’ My Self.
I began in Aruba and travelled to Barbados, Trinidad and Tobago and landed my feet on the South American soil, where I felt the coolness of the sunset and where my feet finally found their full balance. I was made to walk that land and was meant to search for...Love. I hoped that the people I will meet on the land of the Sun will be full of love, so I turned to them. I have had this belief that the land outside of where I was was better and richer and more giving than my own land. But it was all a sick mirage.
It was a mirage but the one I was willing to go through and learn. Under the palm trees I saw a sign directing me to the only place I could rest for the night. I went there and met a man, who kindly smiled at me. He took my hand and led me to a room where there was a woman so tranquil I could drown in her eyes. I took one step forward and then stopped in my tracks. It all seemed so familiar and surreal at the same time. She reminded me someone... I could not remember who. For a moment I even forgot who I was. I was everyone. I closed my eyes and then opened them. Yet I felt dizzy. I closed it again and opened them again... This time a bright light of sunshine reached my eyes and I saw clearly who she was. People around her seemed happy in her company. She looked similar to my grandmother. I know that might sound wild because my grandmother had died over twenty years ago, but those eyes... Those eyes was alike my grandmother’s. I knew it. And it felt very strange... Then, at one slight moment I understood that we are all connected and we all have something to resemble to and remember. The moment ended and the woman that looked so familiar to my grandmother became the woman I just met. I made a second step towards her, then I put my bag down on the floor and made another step towards that woman. I needed water; I needed place to rest, I needed to feel warm and I needed to eat. I decided to stay over. I chose to be vulnerable and asked her if there was a place I could corner in and get some sleep. She nodded and gently touched my shoulder. Suddenly I felt I could trust her... Her eyes magnified me... She took my hands and held them softly like my grandmother. She gave me some drinking water and bathed me in a spring water, covered my tired body in the sheet of silk and a moment later I fell asleep.
On my way I met many different people. They all seemed different and somewhat familiar to me. I continued my travels. I also encountered wild animals and their hungry tummies...
“Yes, I will share my meal as I must conquer my fears and they will show me the way,” I felt determine.
I shared my only meal with them, and felt good about conquering my fear of wild animals, but then I felt weak due to hunger... My desire for hunger began a battle with desire for me to be the happiest man on Earth. But then I realized that I always was happy or at least had many reasons to feel that way at any time in life, but far too often I failed to use such a gift because of my narrow mind and greed.
I began screaming in hope for someone to hear me. And then a miracle happened! From far away the farmer heard my plea and came to help me. He asked me if I needed help. I nodded in agreement and asked where the nearest well was, as I was thirsty. He pointed to the right towards his farm. I was too weak to lift my own body and walk; I did not have enough strength to move, so he pulled me up over his shoulder and carried me into his home. I looked down at his feet that were covered in mud and dirt and thought that even Angels do get soiled feet. I passed out.
I awoke next to the well. Farmer handed me a full cup of fresh water. I drank it in a way I have never drunk it before. It was so tasty and refreshing. I could not get enough of it. I drank and thanked God for this wonderful creation. Farmer filled my bottle to the top with water from his well and handed it to me. Then, I stood up, gave my thanks and turned to the direction of the Mountains of Andes. I hoped that people there were the ones to show me what Love was and how to find it. I still thought that the grass was greener somewhere where I was not. Thus, I continued my journey... (To be Continued...)
Copyright © Jolita Kelias, May 2010
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Very creative and inspiring :D
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Thank you, EVERYONE, for contributing :-))
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