Once upon a time there was a
pilgrim traveling an unknown world searching for his happiness. Life wasn’t
easy but he was willing to pursue his dream: finding the true love of his
life.
His journey was full of joy and
excitement, the idea of a better tomorrow was undoubtedly his best companion,
together they traveled for miles and days, looking for the oasis he used to
dream about so many nights.
In his dreams, the pilgrim
used to see himself blessed and loved by a woman, a dazzling woman whose head was
surrounded by a magnificent halo, an indescribable manifestation, like an
emanating undiluted aura.
The mysterious woman in his
dreams became the pilgrim’s driving force, his incentive to wake up every
single dawn knowing that no matter the distance, one day he was going to be
able to look right at her eyes, her reddish-brown eyes.
Inspired by the mystical dame,
the pilgrim overcame many obstacles, impediments created by his own lack of
determination, ethereal barriers aiming to defeat him, trying to change the course
of his dream, distracting him and drawing his attention from his aspiration, the long-black hair woman who strode with him for so long; the female deity who
made him a pilgrim of her amorous tenderness.
In the darkness, the pilgrim’s path was
always lit up by her resplendent and glorious enthusiasm, like a guardian
angel sent by God to lead his way through difficulties and despair, like a
blessing in disguise she was simply the answer to his prayer; everything he
ever wanted.
Delusional, people used to called
him; thoughtless, said the voices on every side; don’t give up, replied a wise
man, the warrior hiding in his essence, sagacious feelings that kept him on track; clever be the man who always listen to his heart.
Gray days were always the
pilgrim’s challenge, bringing down his spirit, like the wind blowing a candle’s
light, as a cold winter pouring snow to a warmish bonfire, like an endless
street covered with ‘Wrong way’ signs, but long live the wishful thinker whose voracity
is portrait by the kindness of his desire.
The length of space between two
points is called distance, but for the pilgrim and his dearly loved lady,
distance has no meaning, because love is space-less when two hearts are linked
by the energies and minds of the soul mates.
Ordinary lovers will cease their
campaigns and retreat from the battlefield when defeat knocks at their door; but for the dearest mates, it is a possibility, but most importantly, it is an
opportunity to gain experience in order to be successful in the next confrontation, and that’s what the pilgrim learned from his past disappointments.
The journey of the pilgrim won’t
come to an end even if the sun fades out and the stars melt away, because a
pilgrimage without hope is like a dessert with no sand dunes, like a moon-less sky, empty as an ocean full of dry tears, and no true love have ever conquered the
lands of eternity without fighting an endless inner battle.
The pilgrim will remain rambling for as long as it may take, because the biggest his struggle, the greatest his triumph will be, and snuggling next to his 'sunshine' will finally fulfill his dream.
The pilgrim will remain rambling for as long as it may take, because the biggest his struggle, the greatest his triumph will be, and snuggling next to his 'sunshine' will finally fulfill his dream.
To be continued…
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