Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Fly 1

We all must train at least one dragon in our lives. Not much of a brain is needed to realize that the one dragon we must nurture is we ourselves. We all are a population of dragons. We all spit different kinds of fire. However, not all of us have learned how to fly. Very few of us know how to fly. See, for example, Darwin knew how to fly. He flew to places where no one had been. Shakespeare knew how to fly. Da Vinci knew how to fly. We all are to learn how to fly, and each of us have to fly in different directions. There is no one place to fly to, we all have to set different destinations, and then aim for it. It doesn't have to necessarily be somewhere far, far away, at heights no one has ever reached. It has to be something that is a challenge only for your dragon, and no one else. Don't dismiss this idea too soon. I bet you've heard something like this before, if not even the very same idea.

There once was a doll. She had a pale face, short hair, dark eyes, and she was as tall as a waterfall. She looked lovely. People would compliment her on how ''pretty''' she was. But it was never enough for her. She wanted to be more than a pretty face in the crowd. She worked at a candy shop, she met young children every day. The kids would greet her, they called her The Elf because every year for Christmas she would dress up as a generous elf. Occasionally she would get customers that were quite, many were here just once, and then would never come back. She loved to watch people change over time. She noticed a boy. He was a bit chubby, had countless freckles on his face and, judging by the uniform he always wore, he was a student of a near by private school. Elf, also known as Linda, first saw the child enter the store two years ago near the beginning of that school year. The little boy stood out of the crowd, she noticed this little man-to-be. He would come in the store once a month. Linda guessed that it was the day when he had gotten allowance from his parents. That was just a thought. He would walk in the store with gentle, little steps. If it wasn't for the bell at the top of the door, Linda probably wouldn't even notice the boy enter. Then the short lad would carefully look into every box at the shop. He specifically remembered where each of the candies were placed. At first Linda found his behaviour suspicious. There have been many rascals who have tried to run off with the candy without playing. Some had even gotten lucky and were never caught. The attentive girl paid attention to every move the boy made. After his first visit at the store he didn't buy anything. He had spent almost an hour in the small shop, but left empty handed. In about a month the boy had came in again. He walked in the store right after a group of young girls had left with many large bags of different kinds of candy. This time the little boy went straight up to Linda and in a very quite voice he asked for a small bag of her favourite candies. There were three different kinds of bags one could purchase; small for the shy, medium for the wise, and large bags for the real candy lovers. Linda was confused, but completed the customers request. The boy had a ten dollar note, this was unusual for such a young child, but Linda didn't pay much attention to it, she simply gave the boy the requested bag of candy and the change, 9 dollars and 55 cents. Linda's eyes followed the boy out the door, the small, golden bell on the top of the door rang, and outside he was. The door was of glass, Linda could see the boy stand right outside the door, he carefully opened the bag and peaked inside. He saw a small amount of cherry flavoured candies. They were in shape of cherries, even had leaves attached to them, but those were not to be eaten. Linda's favourite candies smelled like real cherries.

For Linda cherries were the symbol of her childhood. When she was very, very young she would spend hours, even days picking cherries. She loved the sweet taste. She remembers how she climbed in tall trees to get the lovely berries. She used to be really short as a child, people would even call her in upsetting names for she was the shortest in the neighbourhood. The teen years came, and that's when she quickly became one of the tallest girls around. Now that she was so tall, it was much easier for her to reach cherries from higher branches without the need to climb the tree. The top ones were sweeter than sugar.


TBC.

No comments:

Post a Comment