It has finally come to pass: Cubilone’s Dimension is 1 year old today. It’s been a strange year, full of changes and magic. I’ve been reflecting upon these changes by reading my older posts… You may spot these differences if you look up my first posts yourself. This time last year I was waking up early with no aid of alarm clock and feeling happy, really eager to write all about it! This initial, powerful enthusiasm has sadly worn off. That is not to say however that Cubilone’s Dimension isn’t alive. On the contrary: I’m even planning to turn it into something a bit more ambitious! I will say no more however. One year is not a lot of time and this place still has not matured all that much. In fact it has not even reached puberty. What may the Future hold?
Dreams, hopes and nightmares are nothing but floating specs of dust to Its eye. With one lazy movement of its hand, the Future plays with them in the sunlight. No spec is better than the other; afterall, they’re all just dust. Strangely though, they seem to all be floating towards the same direction. It fixes Its eye upon a single spec. “The spec’s weightlessness is a gift but also a burden”, the Future ponders. “Even if it can fly, it can only fly following the wind’s wishes… and when the wind wishes of nothing, then the spec will gently fall. Its stop will only be brief however for any wind can still do with it as it likes…” The Future thought that listening to the wind was a small price to pay for flying.
It watched the spec making its way to the floor, finally touching it with a sound even It could not discern. Feeling mischievous, the Future took a deep breath and blew at the spec. Listening to the wind, it and the other specs scatteringly took to the sky once more.
Future has the power to blow. Dreams, hopes and nightmares, all just spacs of dust submiting to its course. Flying to the sky when it blows, crawling on earth when it doesn’t. And yet..there is this other..he’s small and weak..he can barely lift one spec and carry it wherever he wants. But some times, he lifts the spec, and with all his might he throws it towards the other specs. The impact creates a wave…a wave that grows as one spec falls on another…
All the previously crawling specs are now flying in the air…travelling, dreaming, hoping…
..and there is no wind blowing…
ah long time since I’ve been here!
Happy b-day to your blog then, may you fill it with more of your heart’a desire, and may we all live in happier times to keep enjoying all these!