April 7, 2007 16:09
Dreams seem young. Passionate. On fire. Every step prepares the way in reaching them. The heart longs more and more of it. The mind envisions him to be in such place. He thrives more. As the blood gushes through the veins, so does this dream fills his being. Having set his goal, his purpose, he goes one little step at a time.
Then a sudden slip. The boy gets up again, focused with his heart’s desire, determined to walk through till the end.
Life’s uncertainties come bugging him in every corner he takes. Hisses of evil thoughts in his ear. Another slip. His heart becomes troubled; yet he brushes them away.
The boy continues with his path, persevering. Though inevitable are the times of swerving, reflecting if this is really meant for him. But it seems his own thought has been ruled by his dream, he can no longer decipher which is right. He still continues.
More thorns pricked into his legs as he pushes through the forest. He knows that at the end of such thicket he’ll get through his dream…..
Haven’t I listened very well? Haven’t I heard much? The dream has been gone…. Long gone, I can never reach it anymore…. I can never be in that white cloak I’ve always wanted. I can never be in those wards healing the sick. I have lost my purpose…. I no longer know where to go….
The life that was once full of hope and desires soon found itself wasted and senseless. It seems that whichever road the heart takes, it will never lead him back to where he really wanted to go.
The heart has become frustrated. The heart refuses to ponder more, for it only brings much misery. Yet it always haunts him. It never gets out of his being. The dream he had always wanted will never be his.
What have happened? Where did I go wrong? Where am I headed?
The boy stops the journey. He’ll never find the way out of the forest. He has become tired. He only wants to go back to where he started, but could not find the path anymore. He sees the wounds in his legs brought by the thorns, but he has gone numb with its pain….
