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Current music:	vaughan williams

Ahead, the deep blue pacific. Behind, the daunting Rockies. In between ,……
Ahead, the deep blue pacific. Behind, the daunting Rockies. In between ,……

In between, stood our hero, a child of the valley. And yet, the land that his ancestors had been tilling for ages had always seemed alien to him. The mellifluous voices of the cuckoos there never made him hum along in joyous unison. The flowers that bloomed were but mere beautiful patterns painted on a landscape. His heart soared at the sight of wings spanning the azure skies. How often would he sit at the edge of the cliffs, hopeful eyes, gazing at the vast oceans that lay ahead?
Yet, Centuries of tradition stood behind him anchoring his feet to the native soil. Ages back, nature had isolated this civilization. Ever since, the soils there had never known foreign feet. Those ages now stood behind him, as daunting as the Rockies. It was a world that was complete in it-self and yet seemed incomprehensible to him. Long were the nights when he dreamt of the worlds beyond and of people that trod those worlds. His friends always shivered at the dreams he recounted. Theirs was a heart that had long since forgotten how to dream. The only emotion that his dreams conjured was that of fear. Fear of the unknown, the unseen and the unexplored.
Fear makes you a prisoner, hope sets you free. Somewhere within his heart lay the seeds of a desire to explore. a desire to break away from the mundane world of milking cows, and tendering sheep. It had all started when a sailor had been accidentally washed ashore. His floating body seemed like remnants of a link that had long broken a reminder of a world that lay beyond.
A vision softly creped up and one starry night he decided to dive into the ocean ahead, and break away. Each step that he took early next morning signified breaking of a bond, bonds with his kith and kin. And each time a bond broke, a sharp pang rang out in his heart. Yet, a burning desire propelled him on. Some feathers are just not meant to be captured. They are just too bright for the cages that hold them. He took one last look at the lands he had bid farewell. The Rockies behind, no longer seemed daunting. The plunge he took forward was a victory of hope. A reassurance that dream is a reality. Ernest Hemingway once said “the world is a beautiful place. It’s a place worth fighting for”.