Source: Kingdom Gravity Ministries
DREAM IN LIFE There’s a young and innocent girl who is full of dreams and passion in life. She didn’t felt tired in anything she does especially if things she did make her happy. She express herself in hobbies, on arts to be specific. Every time she handed paint brush made her smile wide. She also inspired other people who wanted to learn the things she knew by just telling “You can do it, I am once a beginner, I learn everything from other people too so all you have to do is believe in yourself first and draw from heart”. She was once a dreamer; the beautiful soul of art keeping her safe, she believes that her ability, her passion gave light to the people. One day there’s an announcement regarding the arts competition and she is the one who will represent their section. She is very determined to join; she even prepared the materials early just in case she forgot something on the day of competition. Every competition or event she joins is like a special day for her, because that would be the only time she showcases her talent and she feels valuable every time she do it. Her friends and classmates are the only person who believes on her that’s why she is very lucky to have them around. She loves to stay at school every single day like it’s her own home. One day when the sun shines so bright and while walking on the street she saw a man sitting beside the wall of a store holding a spray of paints and a few cardboards. From a far she stopped for a while and looks the man steadily. Little by little small curves draw on her face and widen as she saw a lot of paintings on the floor. She found herself walking towards the man, upon arriving where the man station, her jaw dropped as she stare the artworks, it is mesmerizing to see and what made her amazed is that the man has only one hand, his right foot used as holder of the card while her right hand is for drawing and painting, despite of the disability of a man have she still able to pursue his passion and not afraid to show to other people about what he can do. She ask a man what made him continue to do things he love, the man answered that it is his only way to express her thoughts because some people are afraid to talk to him because he looks like a beggar or a homeless person but because of his artworks and talent people like her come and talk to him without any hesitations or having a second thoughts. Before deciding to go to school she left a paint brush and note, the man stared for a seconds and smile to her. Days passed, it is now the competition, any minute it will now start, and that’s why she prepared the art materials needed. While waiting for the time of event, her minds bring him to her haven and couple of minutes she remember the man on the street and thought how lucky she is to have friends and good people around her that supports her except her family. After the competition she decided to go there again. And as expected she did it again, she won the competition, hearing the congratulatory greetings, the applaud of people makes her wanted to cry thinking that her family especially her parents is there and can do it also and witness how happy she is. After the awarding ceremony and the usual thing like taking picture, she went to the man on the street. She found him and sits beside the man and tells how the competition happened. Her eyes are sparkling while telling how it goes; the man is also paying attention on her story, she even ask if he experience joining in any competition the man looked away and remain silent like composing his self and thinking of sharing his story. She remains silent waiting for a man to respond. “I’m well known artist before, but now I’m like this as if no one knew me.” She was froze for a minute trying to absorb what he says. She composed herself once again and asked, so you’re not really alone?, man answered yes and there he tell his story, he is like her, he likes to showcase his talent before and joining many contest and win, he was happy and contented that time but there’s one situation that change his whole life,
there are people who wanted nothing but worst for him, his has a friend who support him all throughout his career they are happy for each other’s success, they both love to do arts and all that’s why they are good together but his friend became his enemy, he is more famous than his friend and because of jealousy his friend forget their friendship and ask him for a bet and the life they have is the price. He was confused that time and asking where all those things come from, why he thinks of ending their friendship like that, he refused and turn his back first to the man he thought his friend. He continues his life like nothing happened but he was really sure that everything is different now. His friend published an article that ruins his life, because of that issue no one are wanted to have a commission art with him, he tried his best to stand again but his friend did everything too not him to get back on track, until he gave up, he let his friend win. Her mother died because of cancer he has no money to bring his mother to the hospital, his father leave them when he was a child that’s why all he have is his mother but it’s gone and he can’t do anything from it. She faced the man and saw water falls down on his cheeks. It’s indeed a painful life. She thanked the man for telling his story and it’s pass time before the dinner and she needs to get back home early she bid her goodbye and tell that she will come back tomorrow, the man nodded as an answer, before she left the man told her something that makes her stop for a while. After that, she smiled and makes her way home. The birds chirping around and she is on the kitchen preparing her breakfast, she was anxious about something and it is what the man told her yesterday. Minutes had passed she heard her parents yelling at each other’s face, they arguing about her life, her passion in arts to be specific, her mother doesn’t want her to pursue it, because she believes there’s no money in art, they will be wasting another money again if they let her continue her passion and dreams to be an artist. She paved her way to school, she didn’t talk to someone, there’s an announcement of upcoming competition about arts but for the first time in her life, she doesn’t want to join, she found no reason to join at all. Days passed her friends didn’t stop on encouraging her to join but still her answer is the same. She stopped also in visiting the man on the street, after school she goes straight home. Every time she stepped on the floor of their house, her mother always warn he not to hold any single paint brush or even a pencil. Her house is like a prison to her with no door to escape. Her father as the only hope for her stop talking her after the argument happened days before, and she felt alone her entire life. Her mother monitored all her doings in and out of the school. She lose hope for herself, she lose interest in doing things she likes before. Her mother wants her to become a doctor like her, and not to be an artist like his father. She can’t do anything but to accept the fact that she will no longer holding a paint brush on her hand, not anymore. Many are asking why she stopped joining in any competition like what she always did before. She answered no one of them, she remain silent until she’s going to college and pursue medicine that one that he mother wants for her. She stops making any artwork and put all her attention to the things that mother told her to. She felt like walking on a dark room finding one single light or color that will connects to her passion before but find no one but the high wall that separate her to it and a chain that her mother put to her and every time she tried to break it only hurts it. She kept on crying and crying but they are blind to their actions. And there she stops, ‘cause she is tired of proving that she is brave to endure it all, and the innocent and once a dreamer young girl gave up. And let her mother win the game. 3 years had passed she can still smell the fresh paint of yesterday that she used to be. She is known for
passionate in joining and competing in any art activity. She’s doing good and improving in sketching, realism drawing and painting. She is also good in public speaking and talking to other people for the betterment of a specific matter. She remember how she always raised her hands in terms of speaking in front of many people, their applaud, their smiles, nod, and the way how their eyes are sparkling just hearing her talking are completing her as a person who loves to do things like that, it motivates her, and all of that are her valid basis that she’s once doing good on that matters. But what happen now? Every time there’s a chance to tell her life story she didn’t keep the part of herself that she used to be like that, because that is the only thing she can do for now. And she doesn’t want to take that opportunity to herself, the opportunity to know her story, telling her story to other people. And now what was happen to the girl who’s once a dreamer, she is gone. She is lost in the dark and found no light or even color. She tried everything to get back on track but the road is kept on switching like no ending. She tried reaching for help but found her only. Every time she saw people who are doing well on the things she was before make her smile, because she remembers her young self who was once a beginner and dreamer. Now, she can’t back to her old self but she is not hopeless, she knows that days will come and she will find herself and make her younger self proud again. She still can remember what a man sitting on the street, a once well-known artist of his time told him “People are afraid to see you succeeding on your life, especially if you enjoys what you are doing, don’t let them eats you, always choose your passion and your desire first” The man was right but she let other people control her and win. She blames herself and regrets on what she have done. But it happens only if she can go back the time she used to be a lively young girl. She is now a doctor and until now she never hold any art materials like the day her mother told her not to hold any single paint brush like she forgot the smell of paint and the touch of brush on her hands. The advice she could give to people who are having an art block? Take all the time they need, don’t rush things, because everything will come to its place. Don’t lose hope; their time will come, because they have their own timeline. Just view things differently and learn from the things they have now.
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