The Wind of the Night

A silent whisper, soft and gentle, pervading the darkness

Forming a ripple in the grass touched by silver under the moon.

Falling petals dancing in the air to the music of the night,

The shimmering of opaque on the surface of the pond,

And a faint stirring in the coat of the mute trees.

Silence blankets the world below.

Nothing prompts the senses save the one of touch.

 

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My Secret World

A safe haven. A place where you feel like you belong. When we think of the word “sanctuary,” most of us would just say “home.” What other perfect place to chill after a long, strenuous day is there than home, sweet home? However, “home” seems like too broad and cliché of a word to explain the place where we feel safe and comfortable. If you take the time to think further, you will be able to realize the wondrous universes that are a part of you. For a baby, it may be in the warm and cozy feeling of safety of the mother’s womb. For a bookworm, it may be amongst a sea of unexplored worlds hidden in fascinating books. For a great thinker, it may be in the deep recesses of his or her vast mind.

There is a secret place I escape to whenever it seems to rain troubles outside. Actually, I am inside this world right now, while I am typing away at my keyboard. I know that you might have guessed it: the world of writing.

I love writing. The thought of capturing the vast universe inside words and coloring them with my own heart and soul in order to share them with the rest of the world has always intrigued me. Inside my private world, where there is nothing but a series of thoughts and words (and me), I struggle to shape pure feelings into words. It’s not always easy finding the right words, but the process is exhilarating. Nothing gives me more ebullience than putting my inner voice into a language of communication. I feel totally comfortable and safe in this world, and this is the place I find myself – who I really am.

I wish that everyone would find their own little universe, where they can feel finally relaxed and free. It doesn’t always have to be the passive safety of the universal home – you can create it from your personal inner light. Find something that doesn’t fail to bring a smile on your face – something that makes you tick. Even though it won’t be an easy search to find the thing that you truly love to do, it will be worth it in the end. The world you form will become your precious sanctuary.

 

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The Greatest Journey of My Time

I relax my foot on the acceleration pedal so I could slow down. I turn the steering wheel to the left to make a change in the direction. Seeing a stop sign, I pause, and then go on my way. I may not have earned my driver’s license yet, but this is a road I am able to drive, and been driving since I was born. I am in the middle of the road on the greatest journey of my time: the journey of life.

This road will never be the constant as I keep driving. Sometimes it will become bumpy and rough, and I will have a hard time going forward. I must clench my teeth and proceed, hand-in-hand with caution. I may have to look out for any possible detours and choose my next path in the middle of a crossroad. Sometimes it will become smooth and quite easy to handle. I will be able to momentarily be at ease and have a chance to look at the scenery out the window. However, it will be totally unpredictable. As I put miles and miles behind me, there will always be miles and miles of uncharted territory ahead.

As I drive, I learn about the capricious games of life. I strive to make my own rules, but it doesn’t always work out the way I planned. I try to adapt to each new situation I am placed in, despite the odds not being in my favor. I struggle to take control of my steering wheel and live out my life my own way. Every time, I find out new sides to and characteristics about myself. And I grow and mature the longer I am on my journey.

Who am I? I may seem like one person among the millions living in this world. I laugh and learn and grow. I hope and wish for things as earnestly as the person next to me. However, just like every snowflake has its own shape, I am my own snowflake in a blizzard – one of a kind. I am a dreamer who lives on her own cloud and strives to find her true self. A dreamer who is trying to master the trials of life as she continues her journey. Someone who has ran straight into the middle of several challenges, went through unforgettable and unusual experiences, tasted raw and overwhelming emotions, and underwent numerous transformations.

Are you interested in this dynamic ride? Then join me on my greatest journey. There are plenty of seats in the back. Follow my blog or just keep in touch so I can show you a new world painted with dazzling colors, the unique colors of the Dreamer on a Cloud.

 

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