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Once upon a time….

10.07.2008 :: In English

Once upon a time there was a man, a very interesting person. His name was Artist. He had everything he could wish for – incredible job, loving family and stable life. This noble man was pretty much like the other ones around him – all of them have been living their lives for a very noble purpose – for Respect. Respect meant a lot to all the men in the place where our hero was coming from.

Artist has lived his long live caring a lot about his Respect, and there came a moment when he could look at his reflection in a mirror and say “Well, I have got all respect I could wish for now”. So he did. He looked in the mirror, and saw tired old eyes of an old man… He looked into his own eyes and asked his own reflection: “Why is there so much fatigue in your eyes?” His reflection answered him: “Once upon a time there was a young Artist. He was free and full of energy. And he had a Dream. This Dream was about flying. Every night Artist dreamed about flying until he realized that the most important thing in the place he lived in was Respect… There was no chance for him to get both – his Dream come true and Respect come into his life. So he gave up his Dream”. “But now, when I have got my Respect, I can go for my Dream…” – Artist thought. His face lit up with a happy smile… He run up to the top floor of his big beautiful house, opened a window and smelled fresh air. The sun was coming down, night was falling down on the city. Artist looked at the beautiful world, and an expansive smile was on his face…

Suddenly he realized that he was no longer that old man who was trying to gain Respect for all his life. Once again he was a young boy, an Artist, who once had a Dream… suddenly Artist felt wings growing fast from his back… He smelled this world once again, spread his new wide wings and stepped into the twilight…

His body was found in the morning by his wife. He was lying in the back yard, breathless… And an incredible smile was enlightening his face… They have written on his grave “Here lies the Artist, a man of Respect”. But no one knew, that he no longer was just an artist, a man of respect.

Once again he was a young boy, who had a Dream, went for it, and felt it with his heart, and was totally happy just for a few last moments of his long respectful life…

Январь, 9, 2007

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