28 March 2013

«Time is an illusion»

«He might as well surrender to the evidences, and accept the fact, that the concept of time has different meanings to men and women.»

                                                              By Raquel R. in Short Story number 6 

          «Time is an illusion.»              
                                                                                                      Albert Einstein


25 March 2013

Short Story number 6

Short Story number 6: Inspired by the song «High Hope» by Glen Hansard from the solo album Rhythm and Repose.

He consulted his watch for the third time while impatiently wandered back and forth along the living-room. I’ll be ready in five minutes! she said. He nodded his head and smiled, for he quickly deciphered the true meaning behind those words. He might as well surrender to the evidences, and accept the fact, that the concept of time has different meanings to men and women.
He sat dawn on the sofa and looked around. His eyes rested on the bookshelf where books, photographs and significant mementos, of their lives together, were displayed. He got up from the sofa and moved toward the bookshelf with the curious eyes and the leisurely attitude of someone, who was unexpectedly confronted with an undesirable surplus of time, and did not know what to do with it. On those occasions, one’s attention tends to cling to the most inconspicuous details, which due to that unplanned and sudden approach, are likely to be analyzed through a total new perspective. That is why, sometimes, in life, the most unsuspicious gestures might lead us to the great revelations, which are often concealed behind the illusory simplicity of the ordinary things.
  Lacking conviction, his hand hesitantly reached for his once favourite book. The first contact of his hands with its worn out cover instantly brought back distant memories of significant parts of his life. Slightly stunned by this unexpected amazement, he returned to the sofa and sat down. Handling with care the precious object, he carefully analyzed all the angles of this treasure. Feeling curious, he opened the book, touched its yellowish pages and felt the comforting smell that emanated from them. As he turned the pages, he slowly unveiled the trails he left behind a long time ago. Each note on the side of a page, each underlined paragraph were once the answers to his most profound questions or an accurate verbalization of his deepest feelings.
 Just one more minute! she said. The sound of her voice soothed the sudden swirl of emotions that assaulted him. He closed the book and stood there in silence, just realizing that all the significant feelings, he had experienced throughout his life, were still alive, though, carefully stored in a safe and recondite place somewhere inside his heart. While some of those feelings carried with them painful memories and sad moments, others, took him by the hand and walked with him through happy and sunny days.
 He recognized that he was a receptacle for the flow of experiences and feelings collected along his way through life and that all of them converged together to shape the person he was now. He was not the man he was before, but he would not be the man he was now if he were to deny or ignore his past. Ultimately, each of those moments were like the pages of his old favourite book. If one of its pages was ripped apart, its soul would be mortally wounded and its essence would not be complete anymore.
I’m ready, she said. He stood up and looked at her. The perfume she was wearing filled the air and her smile lightened up the room. It was worth the wait, he thought. He felt in awe with her presence and her eyes spoke to him in the inexplicable language of those sharing the indestructible bond of embracing each other, exactly as they were, without reservations.
It had been a long journey and in many chapters of his life he doubted if he would ever reach a happy ending. As he prepared to leave the house, holding hands with her, he thought that, the moment he had been so anxiously waiting for, might finally be just there, within the reach of his hand.

                                                            By Raquel R.

21 March 2013

19 March 2013

«The road is everywhere»

«For now, his journey was over but he knew that others will follow. When that moment arrived again, he would be ready to leave, carrying hope in his heart.»
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 5 

“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. 
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.” 

Walt Whitman

17 March 2013

The quest

«He closed his eyes and recognized that every hazard he had endured throughout his perilous journey, was not in vain, for he had finally reached his destination. That conviction made the moment even more precious to him.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 5 

Let me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.

So let the way wind up the hill or down,
O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy:
Still seeking what I sought when but a boy,
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,
My heart will keep the courage of the quest,
And hope the road's last turn will be the best.

Henry Van Dyke

14 March 2013

«Better things ahead»

«From where he was standing, a new reality unfolded before his eyes, and what he saw far exceeded his expectations.»
                                                               By Raquel R. in Short Story number 5

«There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.»
                                                                                                                C.S. Lewis 

                                     «The Benefits of Optimism are Real»

                                                                                                                             20th Century Fox
«A positive outlook is the most important predictor of resilience. It's not just Hollywood magic.» by Emily Esfahani Smith  here via swiss-miss

12 March 2013

«Travel light»

«This decisive moment, restored in him the faith that he needed to carry on with his journey. Slowly but utterly he progressed in the terrain and finally reached the summit of the rocky hill.» 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 5

«If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.» 
                                                                                           Cesare Pavese 

                            Mountain partially covered with clouds, "In Glacier National Park," Montana: here

11 March 2013

Amazing revelations

« This inspiring vision, made him realize, that small details, like this one, often hold within amazing revelations that, if embraced with humbleness, might teach us priceless lessons and point us the right direction.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 5 

«Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.»       
                                                                                                     John Muir     
Image by Raquel R.

7 March 2013

The line

«That stubborn resilience was the tenuous but decisive line that separated those who survived and those who succumbed.»  
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 5 

«In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.»

                                                                                               Albert Camus 

                                                  (via swiss-miss)

4 March 2013

Happy ending

«On those occasions, he clung to the certainty that he was not alone in this journey. Many others were on the way, and like him, struggled to remain faithful to the hope of a happy ending.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 5 

«We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.»
                                                                                              Marcel Proust 

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