The Rain have stopped, the waves are calm. Softly crashing by the silver gray sand of the beach the foamy white sea blanketed the sea shore. The sky is still gloomy still recovering from an outpouring of emotions. Streaks of yellow lightning light up the sky, like crayons in the hands of a connoisseur. I waded the ankle high water and felt the soothing feel of the warm water. “What am I searching for?” I asked myself as I observed the celestial canvass before me. Perhaps I was waiting for a glitch. A myriad of angels would burst from a thick flash of yellow lightning or perhaps a giant pegasus rushing towards me as if I was its master. I was uncertain but the bliss of the moment occupied my very heart and set my heart on fire.
The promise of a dream is far too powerful indeed, too powerful that men found themselves capable of manifesting their fantasies in this world.
-The author, Musings by the Sea
The promise of a dream is far too powerful indeed, too powerful that men found themselves capable of manifesting their fantasies in this world. I wonder if heaven could be a dream and was brought by God’s power, Jesus was a man anyway. Wonderful then a dream of eternal bliss what more could a person ask for? Well, in my few years of existence I saw people was searching for more. Jesus’ heaven surely wasn’t enough as dream, or perhaps it was the people’s own version of heaven they wanted to have. Sharing one’s dream wasn’t that favorable after all after eons of people sharing in that dream, I could imagine it to be quite crowded, why not make my own? Perhaps I could even claim you, the one reading this to be my heaven- (sarcastically) Oh how romantic!
There is indeed indubitable desire for man to lead a life of comfort. Comfort presents itself in various forms, as such it is pleasing it varying aspects, to varying people. The idea wasn’t that bad after all, a heaven out of my own ideal. But I just can’t bear to have it simply to myself. Why? Oh c’mon! To whom shall I brag it about! Its comforts, its luxury, its grandeur, its ingenuity, the tranquility to be obtained. I must share it with somebody, else. Well after the thought of it, what about its maintenance? Tasking, its tasking so I guess I’ll just share someone else’s dream. Am I lazy? Quite right, but perhaps sharing with his or her dream would bring incomparable gladness to their coexistence with those who share their dream.
