2011, A Change of Story
I was standing at a crossroads. In one hand, I was holding my dreams and hopes, now almost washed out and hard to read. In the other, I held a line, the only one I had to hold; and it was nailed to the cave ceiling right above my head. For years, I had tried to conserve and revitalize the memories of what my life was and where my paths lay. But how long can you find your way by the photo of a compass? I was drowsing in the bosom of fate, too tired to take the responsibilities that only I could take. Who was I to ask more of life, to dream of the high skies?
There was one remedy that could work even in such circumstances. I knew that. I could take a risk and throw the dice, I could sign up for something new and different. That way, I manipulate the stream I float in, and I can find change even if I am too weak to swim. I found such a chance and I took it. And by pure chance, it was California.
Slowly, something new was growing. Though my old life was continuing, there was something else that was drawing near. I spent my summer making bold plans for what I would do and where I would go, habits I would change and skills I would learn. I'm grateful for my family enduring my absentmindedness these warm months.
A change had already come over me, and I planned to live half of August crashing at friends' apartments. I wanted to meet just about everyone I had befriended studying, in those years already old now. In this I almost succeeded, and I felt very good seeing and talking to as I many as I did.
And so I jumped into the whirlwind. I took a plane across an ocean and a continent, brought my bike, and took it with me for a week along the Californian coastline. I came back to meet a bunch of new friends and a new world to figure out. It was delightful and persistently sunny, and so absolutely positively different! My expectations were met, and all around me were new doors and possibilities. A phase I knew well. What strands would I be able to grasp before the phase of conservation?
Her name is Qíyùe, I stole her heart, and she has become my other half. In her, I've found so many things I was looking for, and more things I didn't even dare to hope for. She sees deep into me, and I cannot get enough of the beautiful flame that drives her. The colors of the world are emboldened as her love courses in my veins, and my soul dances in the sky when she drifts over my mind. We stayed two months here together, the opening chapters of an entirely new story. Now fate has challenged us with a temporary parting, but this is a book that shall not go unwritten, whatever it takes.
The continuity of my life has shattered. It has happened before and it has always left me in pieces; this time, there is a grand view as I clear away the old fragments. I spread my wings out anew. Beware!
There was one remedy that could work even in such circumstances. I knew that. I could take a risk and throw the dice, I could sign up for something new and different. That way, I manipulate the stream I float in, and I can find change even if I am too weak to swim. I found such a chance and I took it. And by pure chance, it was California.
Slowly, something new was growing. Though my old life was continuing, there was something else that was drawing near. I spent my summer making bold plans for what I would do and where I would go, habits I would change and skills I would learn. I'm grateful for my family enduring my absentmindedness these warm months.
A change had already come over me, and I planned to live half of August crashing at friends' apartments. I wanted to meet just about everyone I had befriended studying, in those years already old now. In this I almost succeeded, and I felt very good seeing and talking to as I many as I did.
And so I jumped into the whirlwind. I took a plane across an ocean and a continent, brought my bike, and took it with me for a week along the Californian coastline. I came back to meet a bunch of new friends and a new world to figure out. It was delightful and persistently sunny, and so absolutely positively different! My expectations were met, and all around me were new doors and possibilities. A phase I knew well. What strands would I be able to grasp before the phase of conservation?
Her name is Qíyùe, I stole her heart, and she has become my other half. In her, I've found so many things I was looking for, and more things I didn't even dare to hope for. She sees deep into me, and I cannot get enough of the beautiful flame that drives her. The colors of the world are emboldened as her love courses in my veins, and my soul dances in the sky when she drifts over my mind. We stayed two months here together, the opening chapters of an entirely new story. Now fate has challenged us with a temporary parting, but this is a book that shall not go unwritten, whatever it takes.
The continuity of my life has shattered. It has happened before and it has always left me in pieces; this time, there is a grand view as I clear away the old fragments. I spread my wings out anew. Beware!