Pursuing A New Horizon
When I was young, I had two companions. The first was a dream, and the second a terror. In my dream I walked tightrope to meet a beautiful prince. In my terror he put me in an oven. And myself that I knew from that dream, the girl with black hair grown down to her ankles, retreated into silence and darkness.
So I became a boy.
I used to cry myself to sleep as a child. Every single night. Thoughts of loss and loneliness remain unbearable upon my mind. I once demanded of the spirits to know if God is real. And God sent me my vision: dying cold and alone on the shore of a frozen lake. The white glory of snow; the echo of aurora borealis. Three tiny words upon my lips, freezing. Help me, God.
Did God hear? Did God care? I knew that he must.
Life is not a gift to receive in vain. Life is the handiwork of great love and it will not be demeaned by the epithets of chance, coincidence, or chaos. We build our world one step at a time; one brick, one drop, one filament. We can all still live here even if we are not ready to contribute. But how will we enjoy it, to watch the future drift goodbye.
Three cheers for the sky, two for the hemispheres, and one for our future.
We are going to the top of the mountain together.