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“ Every soul carries the burden of feeling lost until it finds a purpose . That purpose , that dream — it blooms in both the heart and the mind . After that , every step a person takes is in the name of their dream , so the soul starts earning its freedom again . Day by day , you earn what your soul truly desires .”
Where does time go ?
“ Time does not go anywhere .” She says , answering my question . I don ’ t recall asking it out loud , but everything is so surreal I decide not to question it .
“ Time is the only constant thing in the universe . It is life that goes away .” She continues .
Where does life go ?
“ Life goes where you are headed . When you decide where you want to go , life moulds itself to your purpose . Time only limits the journey , it ’ s what you manage to fit into those years that counts .”
Where do I go ?
I see her finally look at me instead of the lake . Now , I am drawn to the lake instead of her . She watches me as I get up and walk towards the lake . The water isn ’ t clear anymore . I can see the leaves flying around , almost as if the wind was banishing the remains of autumn from the earth . I feel the seasons changing , autumn into winter , then into spring , then summer . I look down at the lake . It doesn ’ t look like water anymore ; it is a mirror and it holds the image of the woman I kept talking .
Where do I go ?
Only then I understand . She is the version of me that has achieved all of her dreams . The reflection changes into my own again . I turn around and search for the older me but she is too far gone .
Where shall I go ? I close my eyes for a minute and I hear everything . I hear my heart whispering its true desire to me . I hear noises , I hear chaos , I hear tens of voices but there is no one near me .
“ She can ’ t do it .” “ Of course she can ’ t . What did you expect ?” “ Failure .” Someone shouts . Where shall I go ?
My consciousness awakens . I open my eyes , and everything is back to normal . I look around as I stand in my room surrounded by real life .
I look at what I have . I have everything , but something engulfs it all . A dream , a wish . It shatters every material thing that I own , just to show me that a dream was sprawled against every piece of my soul , and when it came down to it , only to unravel that I had not lived .
Where shall I go ? I answer my own question .
Everywhere . Do not stop until you go everywhere , until every cell of you is so utterly complete that somehow you are broken down to the meaning of your existence . Do not stop until every figment of the thoughts you go to sleep with becomes the reality you wake up to .
And if you feel like wavering , have it on paper . Write it down . For permanence .
I grab a pen and my notebook and I start writing as my life depends on it . Suddenly I am thrown by how the words drip from my fingertips and as they find their place on paper , I feel my soul finding its place on earth .