One day, when I was little, I realized that I wanted to be a world traveler. An adventurer who learns all kinds of language, befriends all kinds of people, and paints canvases of the relationship she builds. No one understood. I didn't even understand myself. I thought, maybe, it was only a phase and I still want to be a simple good kid in the life I was give. So... I built a box, which I kept all the things is about being a world traveler; all the things that were important to me. My grey bunny stuffed animal was important, but he didn't need to be in the box. Most of the things were secret things that only I knew that I cared. The box grew and grew and eventually, it represented a part of me that no one knew of; a part of me that I did not pursue. I thought, I don't need to share, because no one else would understand... and... what if I change my mind? What if I fail? What if... I thought, it is enough to just keep it safe and close to my heart. Maybe I will open it later. Maybe I will share it later. Later.
Then I got older. School, friends, things that I had to do, responsibilities that I had... Slowly, my box was forgotten, tucked in a corner, gathering dust. I forgot about my dream.
Today, I realized... that all this time... what was hidden in the box, was the real me...
But it is too late.
My hidden treasure.
Thank you Rachel,for speaking from the heart.It takes a strong person to say what you said.Im glad you made this realisation. Mxwaaaaaaaaa!
Posted by: Nontombi Kraai | December 17, 2006 at 09:02 PM