Wonderful world

The wonders of life are envisioned by those hoping to gain something. But for those who hope to gain nothing, they are the one who see the truths of life.

 

I was a dreamer, I am a dreamer, I will always be a dreamer. People say the future can’t be predicted, it can be guessed, but not predicted. Some believe it’s fate, some believe it can be changed. I don’t know what I believe. I’d like to think that it can be changed, that it’s not already written in some book in the clouds. But what I like isn’t always what’s right. There are times though, when part of me wants to believe that my actions have already been chosen, so that I can’t be blamed for what I do. But I am blamed for what I do.

I’m a curious person by nature; I want to understand the world, to know the world. I hope that one day everything will be known by me, that every truth will be revealed. But hoping doesn’t do much. I am yet to meet a wise man who will take me under his wing. One day though, maybe I shall, when I go to the Himalayas and meet a yeti. I shall befriend that yeti and he will lead me to this wise man who shall then take me under his wing. So it should help if yeti’s existed I should think. But wise men still can nevertheless.

As before said, I am a dreamer. It allows me to explore the world, to dive through the sea and ski over the Arctic. I once traversed over the Sahara desert; it was hard going, but the opulent oasis and the desert king allowed me to finish by journey. Niagara Falls was a pretty sight. I’ve gone everywhere without having to leave my maths class. That may be why Atlases so intrigue me. By them I can learn about the world, the real world, not the fake world they print on travel brochures. The simple facts too allow me to enter a heavily guided daydream. The weather in Africa tells me what I need to wear as I yell for a cab in New York.

The world truly, is like a book. Each place is a new page, each day is the turning hand. I love the world, its trivialities hold a magical countenance as I stare at its glossy pages. It is beautiful.

Yet I long, I long to know more, I long to discover these pages with my maths class miles away.

I tell myself, that one day I will. One day I will find a yeti, and sit under a wise man’s wing. One day the Sahara desert will be my path, the weather in Africa imprinted in my mind as I draw a cab in in New York. But for now the world is my atlas, my atlas, the world.

This is what I wish for, this is what I hope to gain. And one day, I will get there, I will urge beyond my dreaming and let my mind take me to reality. And then, I will truly see the wonders of life, and the truths will be far from my sight.

Reviews

[AK]

Very well written! I can almost imagine this person in my imagination a blonde haired, bespactacled girl looking upwards and thinking about something. Beautiful work!