A dream, a life, a story of mine…

Paul knew he had to turn the wheel. There was no straight road ahead and what had to change was the beliefs inside his head.

5’8 an average height for a man? Paul doesn’t think so, he feels short and high heels aren’t an option. Being defined by your job, what is that. Paul helps teach, a teacher, but what he wants to do is far beyond the confines of this current job of his. What you want to do, counts for a lot about who you are. Not jealous of those revelling in success but inspired by them, dreams feel achievable but always feel to far away, a feeling hidden, disguised, behind smiles and a false reassurance that he’s doing okay.

Loves a game he seldom played, fear the cause, for respect got in the way, he bit his tongue and pinched his thoughts for the things he never did, never said and just ignored. He blinked and mist his chances, letting others drift on by, in hope that someday his courage would come alive.

But his mind is stronger than his heart. Paul wants to write. Screenplays, Novels, Shorts. A ‘writer’ is a casual word for defining a work of yours, more a storyteller, a speaker of life’s tales and morals, not only with his words in print, but his words spoken out, visualised on screens big and small.

But before these art forms really come to life, Paul wants to search the world, for a story of others and a story of his own. Not one who takes career precedence over the richness of experiencing the good, the bad and the beautiful scenes our world can provide, for these feed his needs, needs which will fuel those ideas that he hopes you’ll eventually see.

So Paul vagabonds his way through foreign lands, chasing ideas, hearts and probably cute street puppy dogs. But his nonchalant excuse for life, is a romantic notion which reality will bite, bite hard back to life. The chase is what it is, of never really getting there, never holding on and this can’t go on.

We need that time to roam, free from strings, a hot air balloon floating with the wind, looking down, around and in the scenes from above. But fuel runs dry and we come back down to life.

And as every story goes the main character grows and grows, and by the definition of once loosing out, he begins to make his existence count. For when he starts to settle down and embraces more with the chances around, he finds himself in higher gears no excuse of his good enough to pause his progress. The years move on and the life once dreamt is one that now begins. ‘Be yourself’ some say, an old adage Paul resists. In a world where competition rules, beauty wins and the people who wait are the ones that lose. Pretending can realign a mind, so Paul begins to impersonate the people he should be, not just in thought but in actuality. A speaker, a word man, a convincing investment man, a mini racer, a travel entrepreneur. A major motion picture mogul, a trusted stranger, a life saver, an intimate practitioner who leaves the ones he meets in a quake of enviable romance, but this is all a plan, he neither wants to burn hearts and lead people along lies, as the veils he throws over his own soul are but a sacrifice for the story he must write.

The good times exceed expectation, the stillness of a vagabond come true. And a true trust between two minds, two hearts unite and drift onwards through the fate they made.

A family is born, the dream continues, unstoppable to die, young versions of himself rise and find the words written on the wall ‘Don’t get caught in chasing the eternal spring, but do pause at the moments in between,

So go on, pause some moments in life. It might be fun


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