Recollection Of Thoughts

This short story is just my way of conveying that nothing is truly what it seems but rather tends to be a reflection of our own thoughts or feelings. We perceive what we wish just as we give out what we think is necessary.

There it was, glistening in the hot summer’s day, catching the sun as it was tilted ever so slightly between the unkempt blades of grass. Jagged from all ends, yet shining as only such a beautiful diamond could. The branches of the tree seemed to obeyingly shift with the wind, yet never once did they block the sun’s rays from contacting the diamond’s glaring surface. The wind’s deceiving strength managed to catch this mass of light; over turn it and take it on its journey outside the sanctuary of greenery, and onto the lowly dirt of the footpath. The air seemed to grasp it and all of the sudden it was a possession of the invisible enemy around it. Seized forcibly, it began to slowly, yet steadily, roll down the dirt path. Such a precious object can never be left alone, so down the road I went. I followed with calm footsteps, because, I was gripped with the constant fear that if any haste was made, the earth beneath us would seize it; and it would fade from my vision. I remained on this journey for a length of time, which cannot be measured in calibers of time or days, but rather in moments of happiness, which passed. This is why the time spent on this journey is nothing and everything. The monotonous voyage went on with both vision and mind obscured by the shining object of fixation. I couldn’t, or rather wouldn’t remove it from my sight from constant fear of losing it. Wonders of nature engulfed me, perhaps more beautiful than the object of my pursuit, but I was blinded by the passion I had for completing the journey I had started. As suddenly as this all had begun, it ended. The wind let the diamond out of this entrapment, and suddenly it was free for me to put it in its next prison, the palm of my hand. Somehow, against my flesh, its brightness seemed to dull. At that moment I realized that my diamond was in fact a piece of glass, as worthless as the dirt we were both traveling on…


You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream ~Edgar Allan Poe