In between what is real and just a dream

When I was young, I used to imagine I was someone else. Someone not of this reality. Living in a far away land full of mystery and grandeur. Weaving my own brand of magic and mystique. It’s as if I’m some kind of sorceress, trying to conjure an amazing spell. I have always seen myself as a girl full of adventure and with a insatiable zest for the wonders of life. I am the master in this world of make-believe.

Now, I can see that all of my dreams and fantasies are beginning to be realized. I don’t know how or when everything seems to fall into place. But all I know is that God might have planned all these wonderful things for me long ago. I’m really thankful that I’m finally able to grasp the meaning and fulfillment and satisfaction.

I wake up in the morning by the sound of the summer breeze gushing through my stained glass window. The bird might have been sent by the angels to sing songs of joy for me. I walk to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of brewed coffee and a piece of bread with homemade strawberry jam. Then I briskly hop toward the bathroom to take a warm bath. Afterwards, I fix myself up for the long day ahead in my most favorite place in the world. And that place is a little shop just around the corner.

It’s a little shop full of adventure and magic. It’s where you find the oddest and weirdest things as well as the peculiar and simplest of gadgets. This place is my bookshop. A place where kids come to hangout and be whatever they want to be. A place where grown-ups can forget about their pathetic adult lives and be careless and free-spirited again.

These are what books are meant to be. To take us to another world and leave us breathless and asking for more. To produce magic and play with our imagination. And that’s what I’m here for, to bring out the creativity of every child through my “little shop just around the corner.”

My shop is all about books. Some tells us of stories from far away lands and of different and exotic cultures. Some stories are about kings and princesses and their hidden treasures. There are also books that help children count or recognize shapes and colours. As well as those that make us sing and laugh all day long! Whenever I’m in my shop, it’s as if I’m experiencing a little bit of heaven in this chaotic world.

I have those who regularly visit my shop around the corner to experience different breathtaking adventures. Everyone freely float there imagination as they read lines from lines of every pages of every books. The young and old alike seem to be mesmerized on how books get them to places. And it’s because of this amazement and satisfaction that I continue to do my work every single day of the year.

No amount of money could ever add up to the fulfillment I gain everyday. Just the smiles and laughs of the avid readers in my shop are rewarding enough for me. It doesn’t matter whether they but anything or not, just as long as they appreciate the books I have for them. Because that’s what books are for… to bring music and melody; to paint vivid colours and hues; to give rhyme and rhythm to anyone who reads.

At the end of the day, I arrange the chairs and shelves in my shop. I patiently wipe the dust off the floors and windowsill … while thinking of the tiring but wonderful day that just passed by. Knowing that tomorrow will be another day full of imagination and creativity.

This is my dream. This is my reality. This is my life.

gem

*I was just looking through my long abandoned multiply site and found this. Wrote this when I was in second year highschool. We were asked to write a book containing everything about ourselves.

xoxo, G

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