Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 161

I gained some insight from his words. Just as I was about to ask him ways to leave no stones unturned and
endure, I woke up.
Would a conversation with an adventurer turn me into a daring and curious explorer? I was not sure, but I
felt different, having a different outlook towards my journey, and my future.
To be honest, while facing the vast and hazy desert, I was perplexed and at a loss. With my confidence
boosted, I was not so desperate. Clearing my cognition, I decided to first search for an oasis to sustain my
life.
Walking, staggering, tottering, wobbling... I was travelling in the vast desert, still without my navigator.
That night before I slept, I took out the notebook and flipped through it. There I found some adorable
drawings, artistic and innovative description by the side; alongside with some passages written by me,
demonstrating my liking and interest towards the myth: The Journey to the West, and conveying my idea
which was to spread messages about love, peace and hope through quotes that streamed through our hearts.
It was a resourceful safe of insight, a mine of psychological stability and spiritual wealth and a gateway for
my path to creativity. All along, I was only one step away from the bright future of creating my own
masterpiece. Whirled with thoughtfulness, I became exhausted gradually and soon fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I continued my journey. Fortune favors the brave: I saw an oasis after
hours of travelling. To my surprise, the water was glowing. Under the push of curiosity, I looked into the
pool of water and saw some of my childhood flashbacks.
I was stunned and overwhelmed by such discovery, and was also touched.
In the pool, I saw my younger “form” playing merrily with the Monkey King doll, tottering around
happily, telling my family enthusiastically the new monsters and stories I had just come up with while taking
pleasure in the enjoyable times.
When I grew older, I could no longer take pleasure in the delightful moments. I was only allowed to take
up duties and face pressure. It was hard dealing with such a transition, but I succeeded in going through it. I
thought I did. I concealed my true feelings and isolated my source of imagination and creativity from my
“mature mindset”.
I was stunned, overwhelmed and touched, but was also upset by the recollection of my childhood: I used to
be that fearless and curious, fascinated by the creation of wonder, magnificence and happiness.
The remarkably moving moments halted all of a sudden when I witnessed a terrible calamity: A young man
was hit by a car, seriously injured, with his bones fractured and sticking out; and his organs clinging out.
The man was … me.
A wave of dizziness hit me hard, and I experienced a serious whirling sensation. Just as I was suffering from
giddiness, lines of small words appeared next to the spring: “This is the story of your life, the brave Ajal
Walker. The West is your destined home, and it is the destiny you have been striving for all along. The
stage of being a child is not ignorant, but invincible: Strong in imagination, capable of creation, power to
look upon and see through things in the world in a different angle. Pure and clear like crystals. Your new
journey is yet to begin, Ajal Walker. A journey near death is not the final stop nor the end of your trail. It
might bring you luck, inspiration or some unexpected reward.
In the bundle, there are curiosity, wonder, courage, creativity, fantasy, purity, and memories. It is an
essential part that makes the whole 'you’. That is why fate makes you bring along the bundle that belongs to
you all through your journey. Th bundle is an amazing and exquisite part of you. It is a challenge for you as
well. You would be a mediocre person unless you learn to unleash your true and full potential, and establish
the idea of self worth. Embrace your inner qualities and implement the idea of self worth into your mindset.
Everything is planned, but not everything is fixed. They are there for a reason, they are never a coincidence.
Their flexibility and your fate are up to you to decide. Remember, see through the objects you value.”
The captivating lesson drove me into tears and brought me into a new stage of my life. It was a new life
after I awakened and realised who I really was.
A wagon reeled by. The driver stopped and opened the door. He was the Monkey King, alongside with his
master, and companions!
“Want a ride, friend?” he delightfully inquired. I got on it and we rovered away in a gust of mist.
A brilliant shock of white in the bright and clear sky forked silently to the gullible ground. The vehicle
entered the bolt of lightning, and began to proceed at light speed. Out of fear, I screamed hysteric ally. The
Monkey King cringed a bit and comforted me, “Don’t worry, my friend. We’re bringing you home.”
“Excuse me, did you say home?” I managed to mutter this question while producing a series of horrifying
sounds.