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Reminiscing Youth

Besides the oceon's kingdom lies a splendid land where the heart is made happy to its core, and the soul finds its own freedom to venture itself...despite of fright: like a volture that has a need to soar! There I spent the indelible days of that unhappy youth and tasted, with much bitterness and delusion, the first bites of reality that started up a controversy... youth is meant to be lived up to one's fancy and be entirely free of obstacles,worries and sadness; mine was just the contrary... a boy obeying the father's strict rules: harsh rules demanding obedience, never bending to show affection! Sad to say that my mother's brave heart, sheltering me from his insensibility, split up it up between the two: deciding,with thoughtfulness, which one should own it completely; and as torn apart as she was... she devoted her entire life to me...to imbue my child's thoughts and recall them whenever I was susceptible to boredom! Now, as years wrinkle my skin and show my age, I'm reminiscing the unsurpassable strenght and love she demonstrated in her courage! Besides this continent's bounderies... where fearless men challenge its tides, friendly faces loom like shadows seeking that friend who never spoke of inner feelings and hid the an astounishing secret from them; and if they think, I have forgotten their kindness... when I was scared and needed comforting words: no,I have never stopped thinking of them! Throughout my journey,the only face I recognized was that of somebody folowing my footsteps...not to make me trample, to spare me the agony of mistakes; its shadow could not be seen... was there a misleading perception so imaginable? Through joy,hardship and dire... I moved forward with one thought in mind: not to sway my attention and lose my grip on reality...like the captain of a lost ship!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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