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| Picture by Emily Vicci |
Tell the wounded soul that its destiny concludes in the rooms of pity and it shall rise stronger than ever, for the right words are the wrong words told at the right time. Tell the benighted boy that his knowledge signifies nothing and he shall discover the secrets of the universe, rendering any collection of words unworthy of his wisdom. Tell me, the exploring man, about the prophecies of time and in return I shall you tell you all about the burning furnace that warms my heart, of tales so intense that I was forced to forget all about the preposterous measurements of that apocryphal deity which speaks in a ticking tongue. Tell yourself, the protagonist, that the one thing you seek the most is far from attainable and then the fight will never even take place, for no set of wings has ever become fully airborne without first landing abruptly on the dusty ground. Tell yourself, the humble spectator, about how everything happens for a reason and then you’ll see that nothing ever happens because of the steps ahead but rather because of the steps you have already taken. Tell yourself, upon the mist of living, that life is just another certainty and you will soon find out that life has not one definition, but several. In futile efforts we attempt to contain so much meaning within the mere essence of such a small word, for “life” is everything and everyone. Life is an infinite amount of poems, a study of questions that shall unapologetically remain unanswered; life is doubt and unquenchable curiosity, life is love and devotion and pain and grief. Life is a shudder sent down the spine when the piercing kiss of the night disarms you from the very shield which had you sheltered for so long, like the tear when it travels from the magical kingdom of your eyes until it finally reaches the spot where it shall dry away. Life is an inscrutable impulse, a blink and a sigh. Life is a dream, and dreaming is what welds it all together. Dreaming is what enables you and I to remember that life is like the scorching afternoon sun on the equator, like the dying star that shines on after being long gone. Dreaming is what sets us upon new endeavors and, ergo, new challenges. Dreaming is what lets us sail in quests across the blurry horizon, with hope as our strongest mast and with fear as our only companion among the colossal solitude of the sea. Life is everything and everyone. Life is yours for the molding. Learn all the rules to the craft of dreaming and then break free and live freely, for freedom is but a state of mind. Learn all the rules and then, when the time is right, break them. Learn to dream a life of appreciation for there is beauty in everything we control as well as in everything we don’t. Life is… what you make of it. Just dream on, and dream without remorse. Life is… now!
