24 May 2013

A Year on the Moon

A year ago I arrived into this land to live with my dream. The warmth greeted me and the flowers embraced me. Time flies, doesn't it? You take a step and you are so distracted by all the wonderful things going around you that before you realize it you are someone else. I hold on to past memories like treasures that cannot be matched. I hope in a way to create such memories for others. I hope I can become a memory worth remembering. A dream that won't fade when you wake up. The moment I saw through the window of the plane it was like stepping into another reality, another life, a new dream, one from which I hoped never to wake up, or at least not for a very, very, very long time.

And to be honest, it still feels like a dream. When I look into those eyes it still feels like I can do anything. Like they beam out a sort of strength. I stop and take the view in, trying to convince myself that yes, this is my life, and it's real, and it's beautiful. Would I ever stop feeling this wonder? Feeling like I can wake up any second into nothingness? I hope not. For life is but a dream within a dream. And it is this feeling, the possibility of waking up, the one that makes me try harder and create a life worth living. So once I awake, I have nothing to regret.

I never thought I would be able to reach the moon.
And yet I did.


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