A reflection of a wordsmith


It was a place of astonishing beauty.  A calm breeze surrounded me, bestowing peace to my soul.  I sat down in front of an altar of stone surrounded by an arch of climbing roses. Breathing in the atmosphere of serenity that flourished from that place, I heard a voice calling my name, whispering questions. 

What do I want?  What am I willing to sacrifice?  I do not know, I answered.  Am I willing to sacrifice something I love, to have something in return?  Am I that strong?

I don’t know, I whispered. I reflected upon those questions and realized I gave a lot to have this moment, to be where I am right now. I gave up dreams, loving dreams.  In return, I sometimes complain for those dreams I’ve lost and cannot get back.  I have been given the opportunity most of my kin dream of!  To stay home and write as long as I want to for I’m a wordsmith. Still a tear is shed for those dreams I loved so and let go. 

Now in this very moment I see that the sacrifice of those dreams was not in vain. For they have given me time, what better gift than that!  Time for creativity, for writing, for love… I’ve been given the greatest gift of all.  What do I do with it know?  Embrace it.  Take it by the hand and walk the path of future stories, of endless magic.  To run with it were ever I go, to explore the sky above, the earth beneath, the worlds within.  To live!  That’s what I’m going to do with the time given to me, live!!!

Live to create, live to give and love, live to cry and laugh, live to be a demigod in my world of storytelling.  I want to live within them.

And for that, I’ll smile every time I remember the lost dreams. For they’re not lost, they were given willingly as a sacrifice to whom gave me so much.  So I, once again, leave those dreams on His altar.  I make a prayer of thanks, of gratitude for all the blessings and the time He has given in return.

“Sacrifices are not done in vain, for they are the mare gift for something greater than themselves” -said a gentle voice.

I smiled and found peace at last.  I stood up proud and confident once more, kissed the altar and left.  Leaving behind an old person and emerging a new one with a brighter soul.

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2 thoughts on “A reflection of a wordsmith

  1. Esta es la realidad que compartes con otros de tu especie. Aquellos que decidimos tomar el camino de las letras y los sueños. Para asi dar consuelo a los que se alimentan de nuestras fantasias.

    Esta es la realidad que compartes con otros de tu especie. Aquellos que decidimos tomar el camino de las letras y los sueños. Para asi dar consuelo a los que se alimentan de nuestras fantasias.

    Fascinante!

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