Raistlin's World

It’s late at night and all I can hear is my heartbeat. Me and my heart have a very special relationship … I listen to her words often as she whispers to me. Lately she’s been telling me about my princess, words of dreams that could come true, words of endless love, like a sea in which I’m long lost, swimming forever in her eyes.

Who am I, but a dreamer lost at midnight, between two worlds, both which exist inside me. Many a time you have asked me why I do not try more, to leave something tangible that will leave the world in awe, forever marked by my passing. To this I simply answer: I do not wish to. The only places that matter to me are those found within. This is a dreamer’s essence, the place I got inside my mind, the wondrous worlds I explore, places that now I try to share with you. Nobody but you can rech me in here, nobody else can see what I have in store for you and only you. This is how I like things to be, late at night, when the thundering noises of the material words are nothing but the choes of a pain that’s passed.

We have healed from that. This essence that you cannot see, I hope that you will understand it. Because now I’m close to a rupture, where my mind is no longer my one and only refuge. Now, I seek that intangible refuge in your very tangible arms. But in that I need something from you … I need … that exploration …. for now I no longer wander the sea inside, but outside, with your hand in mine. And for this, I need you to hold my hand tight and ask “say, would you like to discover something together, to learn together something new?” in the same way I have asked you in the past … then you did not have the patience to wait for me so we could discover something new together. But I hope that one day you will.

The hour grows late now. I feel my mind drifting away already … but I know I’ll find you soon in our land of eternal beauty.

The road is long. Can anything else be said about the path on which we wander in this storm which we define in four letters ‘life’. So many people have tried to define it, polish the term and help us understand it better, to grasp the meaning of ‘what is life’, ‘what does it mean to live/be alive’ and so many other questions. I will not join them in trying to bring understanding, since I believe the answer is some personal, which at best we can share with those that make our inner circle.

Now I want to say something else. I want to tell you that the road is long. Just like any road, this too has crossroads, it’s full of choices … and in fact every second is a choice which sets the direction on the road. When the time comes to stop, will you be able to say that you harbor no regrets?