I love watching the light in their eyes, the way their hands swirl and moved up and down, eyebrows raised and lowered, penetrating voice that haunts your soul.
Do it, they said.
I have a list of buts and maybes. Some crossed but some don’t. But I have a blank column of what ifs.
I am serious. I want to be like them. I want little lights in my little slit eyes.
I searched around; probably some friends could give me a clue or two. What would I need to acquire such pretty things?
Some say money. I have 10 figure income. When you have money, everything will be perfect.
Some say health. When you are healthy, everything would be possible.
Some say beauty. Cultivate your inner beauty and the radiance will shine through.
Some say love. When you love and be loved in return, there’s nothing you can’t reach.
Why can’t I start with a dream?
I always have them in abundance. They made me dance in the rain and sing in a silent dark caves.
Say if you have all the money, health and love in the world, what would you do? Rest contented after all the effort that you put through? Spend it all, save it or help others? Love and love until you can love no more? Travel the world in your own private jet?
After all has been said and done. What next?
What will you see in the mirror? Grace? Puppet? Will you still have that bright light in the corner of your iris?
I seek new dreams day and night. I believe dreaming is the gateway to create. Most people in the same profession is propelled with such curious momentum that they seemed to fly. Cooks, painters, tailors, singers, dancers, actors, sculptor, writers, and the list are endless. They have this manner of speaking that you cannot imitate.
Oh, and the eyes.
The lights are blinding.