What do you do when a favourite dream grows old? Revisit and stoke the dying embers of what was once a raging fire which consumed your whole being? Be prepared then to be unsettled. Since it was your favourite, the embers will willingly relinquish the burden of the survival struggle. They know that intentions notwithstanding, your visit itself will be their Elixir. Fuelled on further by your guilt at having forgotten this dream.As the fire leaps up again, you unconsciously shrink away. At first you think it is the heat that has you all bothered. It soon has you fighting with your back to the wall. But it won’t let you win. Or leave. Tired of sparring with the flames of forced introspection, you stand and analyse. Yourself. With cool detached calm, far from what you feel.You fear not the fire. You lit it after all. But why the shadows which are lengthening by the second? Standing between the fire and you is your newest dream, just manifested into surety. Mint fresh and gift wrapped in the sunny paper of happy feelings, it landed some time ago on the touchstone of your belief. And it made the transition. From plain metal into gold. You scarcely believed that alchemy worked until then.But now, the fire is powerful. It swells and rages, feeding itself on long cherished aspirations and goals. “How can shift your goalposts so?,” they accusingly question. “Extinguish us and you lose a part of you. Unfulfilled at that,” they remind.And you stand there. Your face a picturesque canvas. A play of light and shadows. A study in contrasts. The only decision you make is to buy time. You acknowledge your dream, a part of you back. The fire becomes like before, a part of you. Only it has to compete.And now begins the fight. The real contest. The fire is important but it must be contained. Or it will burn and smother, leading you to asphyxiate on stifled emotions. What worth then the glittering diamonds, if surrounded by the ash grey of charred feelings? Yes, you need him on your side. He is the only real touchstone. Father Time.
-the girl.
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