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Excerpt
The name of Dreams
Since the time we are born, we are trying to learn the name of everything, from objects around us, to persons, feelings, and situations… Sometimes, the most difficult thing to learn…is to learn the name of our dreams. Only when you figure out the name of your dreams, can you then call them, so that they will make you find the way of your dreams into your life.
Kelsey was maybe 7 and she already knew that she loved autumn and snow.
She could close her eyes and hear the call…the call of the snow, the call of the magic White Mountain.
Richard was born in a country with autumn, winter and snow. He learned to love the place he was born, maybe due to his happy Childhood, maybe due to his soul, maybe both; he already knew what he loved.
Traveling around the world, pursuing goals, Richard forgot sometimes what was important for him: while fulfilling other persons’ dreams, or chasing illusions, he was forgetting his own ones. Somewhere inside he felt sad about it; sometimes he did not have time to feel sad, cloistered on the reverse side of his dreams, without understanding why they never happened, and not really thinking about it.
One day, because the Earth makes all its effort to put persons with common dreams together, they will meet each other.
Richard brought Kelsey to a place that made her feel “Home” and finally, Kelsey could find a name for her dreams. This was the “White Mountain.”
Richard was happy, too. Finally he could find someone who shared the same dreams. They would make a way together, into it. It was amazing! His eyes were sparkling almost all the time.
They made plans and had ideas. They had faith, love and dreams.
They needed to go back there, to the White Mountain, together.
But, like life is, it wasn’t so easy to just forget about life and go back there again. They would need to work for it. There were obstacles. There were challenges. There were more challenges…
Obstacles bring fear with them. Fear brings doubts. Richard thought that Kelsey was stealing his dreams, dreams he had long before he meet her.
He always wanted someone that shared the same dreams, but as it happened, he felt like that was someone stealing something that had belonged to him, alone, since a long time ago. How can it be possible that someone has the same dreams and so many things in common? Was she a dream thief?
Is it the easiest way to make it, alone? “It is my dream. It was MY dream long before you came along. Don’t steal it. Now you are trying to make it your dream, too. But don’t forget, I don’t need to make it with you. I had this dream long before I met You. It is MINE. It is not ’our’ dream. It is MINE. I will make it alone and later, you can come along, if you find the way into it, Kelsey.”
For someone who always wanted to find a person who shared the same dream, with the first obstacles fear took the upper hand and Richard turned into someone who believed, but not one hundred percent anymore. “It is impossible, I should do it alone and never forget that it was my dream, first”, said Richard to himself.
Kelsey felt broken, hurt. She wasn’t a dream thief. She had the dream long before she met him in her life. It was her dream long before she even knew the difference between boys and girls. She could comprehend his words, even perceive them, but she could not understand them.
You comprehend with your soul. You understand with your mind. You perceive with your heart.
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