The River (standard:fantasy, 531 words)
Author: Hope	Added: Apr 05 2006	Views/Reads: 3377/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
When true desires overpower practical thinking...

Life has been ordinary for the last few months. It's very hard to live
life for a change instead of fighting for the meaning of it all. 
Somehow I miss waiting for those magic moments to come into my life 
like a beautiful song leaving me with that smile of satisfaction. 

Each day goes by just being ordinary. Just trying to do what every
person does. Being happy and content with a regular life. ‘He' said 
life is simple so I've been trying it for a while; it's a pleasant 
experience. Last night I couldn't sleep, the questions in my head kept 
me awake and uneasy. 

Who am I? 

Am I truly happy with my life at this moment? 

Once again my thoughts stir up emotions put away in the safe house of my
conscience. They take me to places, which bring out the magic in my 
dreams. The ocean, the forest, and the mountains... 

My eyes need to see them; I have been stuck in a city life with a
chaotic program, working round the clock for far too long now... 

Is that all left for me now? 

I want to be away from all these things from time to time. I need the
silence. I need nature. My soul is yearning for it. 

My reality... 

Can't wait till I get onto the back of that white stallion and get
transported into the magical world of my imagination. Where the trees 
talk to me, the sky smiles for me. I want to hear the water. I want to 
sit by the river and watch her flow gently, and as my feet touch her 
cold embrace I get flashes of things that existed millions of years 
ago... 

The river tells me her story, how years ago she was overwhelming and
severe. Her fierce spirit would rush to find the end of her existence.  
She would flow with such passion searching for her answers. And if 
anything or anybody came in her way they would find themselves at the 
bottom of her embrace, as she would hold them to show them what she was 
looking for. Show them a way to step outside that protected shell... 

I smiled, as my spirit instantly understood that intensity. But now I
too have become calm, the wild child in me has gone to sleep and the 
calm spirit would like to identify situations before plunging into 
unfamiliarity. 

Sometimes I miss her that fierce spirit, unafraid of the unknown, would
walk into the darkness, into her fears just to experience the emotions 
of what happened next. Who would climb tress, and walk on narrow walls 
with a 30 feet drop if her foot slipped. The girl who would jump onto 
the back of the wildest horse and ride even harder every time she fell. 


Today I look back at my past and smile. I have come a long way from
where I was. That was one phase or maybe many in one. Sometimes I feel 
like she was a different person. But in the end I close my eyes, and 
imagine the future and that same fiery, fierce spirit makes me smile 
awaiting the next phase... 


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