The Final Touch

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She closed her eyes.

Suddenly, the colors came to life and the voices in her head went quiet.

Now it was just the wind that vividly spoke to her and guided her hand on the canvas. For some reason, whenever things became too much to bear, this would always help her see the whole picture clearly. Although she was not an acknowledged painter, it was a way to calm down and find some answers.

Today it was a day not like every other day, for she knew that it won’t be long until she would need to move once again in the past six months and also find a way to sustain herself. Two more weeks and that was it, a new home and a new job awaited. These feelings were not at all unfamiliar, she had felt the same way six months ago when she packed her bag and left her home in search of a new life on the great island: alertness, fear and anticipation. All these came rushing back and she was aware that there was no way out but to confront her fears and to have complete faith that her life was still on its way of finding itself. She exhaled –  it all seemed even more complicated now, once the dark, deep, earthy colors filled more than a half of the canvas.

Once again, she closed her eyes and decided that this time she was willing to reach deep within herself and bring it all out. After all, this was no un-walked crossroads she was standing at, but the very core of the leap of faith she had taken a little time ago. So far, everything seemed to be falling into place: finding a new home, new job and friends without even stressing out too much. It only happened that the first two on her list were on a temporary clause and she had still made it through. Perhaps that the most amazing thing since she’d been there, were the people that she met who had been nothing but more than willing to help a total stranger fit in and find her purpose.

And so she did. She had found it. She was now ready to fully follow her vocation and make a living out of it. It was just a matter of a totally worth sacrifice for a couple of months but then, once that would come to and end, she will be able to enjoy the fruits of her commitment. Besides, she was not all alone in this world, as she knew that her sister would also return and they could be there for each other.

The picture had become clear now – it was confidence the missing color, and apparently, the final touch on the canvas.

Once you know you are where you’re supposed to be, you will feel that with all you heart, and nothing and no one can stop you from becoming who you’ve been searching to be – that is, to fulfill your calling.

 

a response to – http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/frame-of-mind/

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Your wish, my command!

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How many times in life don’t we just wish there was an (almost) magical solution to our problems? Well, I did, quite a few times. Needless to mention exactly how many.

If I were to give my three wishes to someone, here are their names and their wish list:

1. To my future self: the determination to fully, yet not foolishly follow my dreams
2. To my future child: the capacity and strength to always fulfill his/her own calling
3. To the future generation: to be the change that we may have not completely managed to bring; pick up where we left it and ‘make this world a better place’.

For we do not need magic to save us, because we can create the space and time for most of our wishes to come true; just listen to your inner voice, it always tells you what to do.

Whom would you grant your three wishes to?

A response to – http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/generous-genies/