Make a dream come true
It is very strange that I hold a childish dream at my age now, which is already mid-twenty. Not like the green fairy in the Journey to the West of Zhou Xingchi, I don’t expect him to come in glory. Not like Cinderella, I never dream of letting him pick me out of thousands. No need. I just want him, a perfect prince’s existence in my life. But I have to admit I can never get my dream realized, because the image of him is just in my imagination, which can only be eclipsed in the reality. It’s like a god I’ve created for myself. I admire and worship in my own temple, which was built in my brain only.
I am longing for escaping from the reality of my own life. Because reality always disappoint me, and I disappoint it too. But I still have the right to dream. And my greatest wish is just living in my dream forever. The methods I listed in another article which is about escaping the reality is just such a tryout. Why do I still want to make it compromised with the reality to make my dream coexisted with my daily life? Why do I never mention drinking or sleeping, and even despise such a coward behavior deeply? I guess it is because the love for life is still so intense that I can not take life too idly. I never want to be rich, I mean that rich, which may have the hazard of making everything insipid. My definition of enjoyment is simple: having the more and more opportunities to learn and create in order to appreciate the world deeper in various ways.
But let's talk about my dream. I creat this dream: a faire young man, with the look of a Greek god, and the gaze as tight as a breathtaking hug, and as soft as a yellow moon, with melancholy and gentleness floating in, and a understanding smile lingering at the crooked end of the eyes. Love is too shabby as the word I search for the feeling towards him. And life is such a limit for me to bear if there must be a length set for this happiness. He speaks with rhythm, and moves with style, steps with the gait as in dancing, and breathes with the breeze through a grape garden in summer. Oh, my god, I am intoxicated already. He’s aware of his charm, he certainly is. He knows how to kill me softly by kissing the breath out, or just a shiny smile that make me dizzy. Listen, he is talking. Love me? Oh, that’s the silliest words I’ve ever heard from him. Do I love him? Oh, there is really a chance to be sillier. Of course, he reads, sings, and plays piano, draws, speaks different languages. Just accomplished. He has a taste in wine, food, art, and clothes, everything classic. And he is not a gay, which means he can play sports, and protect me in a gentleman manner that always win my heart even in his fury. Oh, what a dream! www.joozone.com
Thanks to this imperfect world, I can dream so much. And even more.
Then, suddenly, I thought to myself, what kind of a woman, or should I say goddess, can match this incredible god? A young girl dance jolly into my mind, with the ankle thinnest, and feet tenderest, and a blush dyes the cheek with a rainbow color that underlines the sparkling stars flaring in her hilarious eyes. She raises a hand to make a mass of the hair of his, giggling as chime in the wind, flies away in frisks, leaving him wondering the enigma of her disappearance like her presence. Just like the la la la la la … part of that Derniere Valse. So simple, so velvet, so unbelievably delicate, and so unforgettably adorable…… A girl can only make you smile at her existence, and cry when it is all gone.
Whereafter, I wonder though I can not make a man perfect out of this world, maybe I can make such a girl out of myself. Just have a try, no big deal. I still have half of the time before forty to play a girl part. Maybe if I play well, God will send a real perfect man to my life, since we are such a match. Ha, ha, ha, such a dream......
If you are laughing too, that is a good thing. But I some how expect some tears which I deserve, for these are the real thoughts in my mind, at this dream-fading age, which seems so demoded that it is almost a tragedy. But how can I get rid of this dream, so beautiful, so poetic, that I can only leave it a while when I am sleeping? Pathetic, truly.
Anyway, we still have the right to dream, right? And I dare say that life must has concealed so many wonders that waiting for us to discover. Maybe, we only need to be more patient, more observant, and more insistent.
So, let’s dream and see.joozone.com