Friday, September 26, 2014

The name of Dreams - Haidji - Short Story - Excerpt

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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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Thursday, September 25, 2014

SG Suicide Game - Haidji - Book Quote - Present Moment

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Monday, September 22, 2014

SG Suicide Game - Haidji - Book Quote - Flowers

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Thursday, September 18, 2014

SG Suicide Game - Haidji - Book Quote - Rhetoric

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Friday, September 12, 2014

Hot Chocolate - Haidji - Short Story - Excerpt

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Hot Chocolate



Lisa was reading a page of a book, sitting over her bed, and suddenly she was sitting on the sand of a foreign beach, as the melody started again… repetitive, entering into her dreams…and suddenly, Lisa saw herself turning, dancing, dizzy, waking up…
 
The iPhone alarm…the sound of waves…
After delaying the alarm four or five times, it was not easy for Lisa to inch herself out of her dreams.  Standing up from the paradise usually known as “Bed in the Morning”, Lisa finally made her way to the bathroom.
There was no time for her usual make-up.
No time to chose the right dress for this day.
 
Waking up…late to work…looking into the mirror, Lisa thought too loudly and words came out of her mouth:
“OMG - why do we all look like angels while we are sleeping and like monsters when we wake up?   I need make-up…I will be late, but I really need it.”
 
Lisa spent ten unnecessary minutes in front of the mirror, trying to not look like a zombie.   Lisa would never look like a zombie, but waking up from our dreams into our daily lives makes us see things much more badly than they really are, and mostly this starts with our own mirror image.  We try to fix what doesn’t really need to be fixed.  Waste of time or not, it depends on the circumstances…anyway; she started to feel better as the mascara dried, defining her eyelashes.
 
Out of Paradise, into daily life, Lisa stopped at Starbucks on her way to work.  Wearing high heels and a simple blue dress that made her blue eyes bluer, while the wind played with her light brown hair.
 
Instead of her usual Venti nonfat milk Cafe Latte with only 170 calories…Lisa decided to go for a Venti Peppermint Hot Chocolate, 460 calories, to bring her last night’s dreams back.  Palms are not Cocoa Trees and Peppermint is not the Sea, but it is fresh, so…who knows?  Maybe she could keep the feeling all day long.
 
Not that Lisa remembered what she dreamed about, it was just that Bed was, more than ever, feeling like paradise; and coffee…coffee made her mind wake up and Lisa didn’t want to wake up.
Not today.
 
Today should be a good day.
Today was…her Birthday.
People should not work on their Birthdays; so, no regrets about the hot chocolate.  No regrets about being late.  The only regret she had was about not being able to stay longer in bed.
There was no family there to call her; Lisa was an orphan.
Being an orphan with not many friends, she invested her time in her career.
Maybe all this family stuff is overrated, Lisa thought, trying not to feel sad about it, that there was never a mother or sister to call her on her Birthday.  After work she could just hang around the city and read a book.  Buy a cake for herself and watch something on the TV.   Maybe a present?  She had passed a shop on another day with Anita, a colleague from work, and saw a wonderful Red Purse.
 
Yes, Lisa was this kind of person who, as sad as it is, buys Birthday presents for themselves, because otherwise no one else would do it, and that would be really sad.
It was not selfishness; it was more a kind of self-recognition, of her own value.  Or, a way not to fall into sadness and depression, thinking about family stuff.
 
Sometimes…sometimes it was an excuse to buy what she wanted, without feeling guilty about it, in case of expensive things.  Not that she needed an excuse, but, as an orphan, she needed to give more of an explanation to herself about why she did things.  Life made her become her own parents and she was hard on herself.
 
Yes, it was sad.  But, maybe one day there would be someone to buy her a Birthday cake or a Birthday present.
 
Lisa entered the laboratory, more distracted than usual, and almost dropped her hot chocolate over her colleague Anita.
Working together for over a year, Lisa and her small team had become more than just colleagues; they were moved by the same passion and ideals.


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