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A Dream

A Dream

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a prose to inspire others to achieve their dreams
a prose to inspire others to achieve their dreams

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Published by: Leigh-Ann Lemire aka ILIA on Aug 10, 2010
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A DreamEarlier this year, I had inspected the structure I had built that was my life. I noticed the buildings were standing precariously. The more buildings I inspected, the more I saw lop-sided dwellings in disrepair.Hmmmmm…thought I, there must be something wrong with the foundation. Upon thefoundation (of my life) inspection, I saw crumbling mortar and the bricks were not sound.I realized that I had some work to do so rolled up my sleeves and started. I proceeded totake out the broken pieces of the foundation. The more I removed, the more I saw thatwas undermining the entire structure.Wiping the sweat off my forehead with a dirt grimed hand, I stood up to survey the scene.It struck me that if I wanted to achieve my dreams and goals that I had to do a proper job.The foundation had to be sound in order for the structures to be operational.Back to work I went, being merciless – no part of the foundation was going to stay if itdid not contribute or was not pro-survival to my purposes, dreams or goals.I was so intent on this clean-up that I did not notice when every single building that had been constructed, collapsed. I did not even notice when the fires began, so intent on the job to hand was I.Completing my work, proud of myself, I stood up to survey it, only to find completedevastation. Fires on every side of me, smoke blackening the air. Not a single building was left.Crying uncontrollably and in shock, I looked at the devastation I had wrought. I likedsome of the structures. I wanted to save some of it!Crying and crying and crying with grief unsurpassed, I stood riveted in place watchingthe fires consume the inadequate foundation and collapsed buildings.I cried until I couldn’t anymore. I watched until the embers no longer flickered.I stood there until there was no more light and I was alone in the pitch blackness.“Now what?”, thought I. “Walk!”, “Do something!”, “Move!” I told myself. Pull yourself up by the scruff of the neck girl. You did this; now get yourself out of it.Slowly, fractionally, I finally did shuffle forth – not knowing which way to go, still in theutter blackness.
I never did trip over anything, the devastation was complete.I did eventually slam into a wall, then another and another – each time staggering back,stunned, shaking it off, continuing.After wandering, for how long I do not know, in utter blackness and devastation, Ithought I saw an area that was not quite as dark as the rest.Mistrusting and cautious by now, but curious none-the-less, I pushed myself forward tothat point to find that it was indeed lighter. When I put my hand out, I found there was acrack, an opening…a door! I pushed and it swung open easily.I found myself in another space; it was lighter than the first, not too much lighter butthere! In the distance! I saw it was lighter again and headed that way. Put my hand out.Pushed. And found myself in another space that was lighter again. My heart soared.And look! Off in the distance, it’s lighter yet again.…but I paused for a moment to reflect…and realized that ordeal though I had beenthrough, that my decisions were correct, my purposes were valid and sound, that I didindeed create a survival foundation. I acknowledged that I was my own best friend andrealized that I respected myself for a job well done.Much lighter of heart, I ran toward the next much lighter area – the next door! I pushedon it and three doors opened at once.Sparkling and happy now, I pushed through to the next, opened the door and my breathwas taken away in awe.I turned and looked back at where I came from – it was an ugly, monstrous, black spikymountain.I turned again to see where I wound up, still finding it difficult to believe such beauty.I was standing way up high on black awful mountain and overlooking a pure gold city.Every building was the color of molten gold. The city was festive and sparkly. I justknew the population was happy and found joy in life; that there were festivals and partiesand happiness in the city and that I would be welcome.I raised my eyes and looked straight across at a crystal mountain which was an iridescentrainbow, too. I recognized this it was my purposes, my dreams, my goals.I was on the right route! Almost there!

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