A Picture of my Home

Once, I've dreamed to learn how to fly. I've wasted all my birthday wishes just for it, just to make impossible things to happen. I hated gravity for making me fall back to the ground. Since then, I do love magic. When I have my free time, I found myself in a place where I was alone and doing what I wanted to do. Like jumping off my bed and thinking of happy thoughts like Peter Pan does to make him fly or mounting on a creepy broomstick and flying over the highest cloud like Harry. I even picture myself sitting on a crescent moon and bridging over the rainbow. There, I have my glass castle and I'm with my prince I fancies. But then when I open my eyes, I'll see this big disturbing world I used to live. There are trees that are not green. Ground that are dirty. No flowers, no air to breathe. My glass castle had melted because of the intense heat caused by the sun. It feels like hell, and it's killing people softly. Is this the kind of world I want to live? To grow? To fall in love? To marry? To have kids? and to die?

God created a paradise before us. Paradise we called the "Promised Land." There I can see trees that are truly green and tall. Flowers beautifully bloomed and it's fragrance mingled with the fresh air. No glass castle but everything you'll see is a shelter. It provides food that we eat, clothes we wear, and place we shed. It was completely selfless, giving all it can have. But why did us people do such terrible things? Such things that's hard to imagine? Aren't we contented of having a great pleasure without even thinking to return the favor?

We humans mishandled the nature. The wonderland we used to live, to be fed, to gain happiness. Now she's crying, groaning and seeking for help. Help she wanted from us. But we people don't give a damn to what she feels. As long as they've benefited from it, they'll continue to destroy it. Until one day, she loses her temper. We underestimated her power. She brought floods and earthquakes and killed millions of people. She even destroyed all that we have and she's not contented, she took the lives of the people closest to our heart. Now we are the ones in mourn, in a great remorse.

That's why I'm dreaming that maybe one day, Promised land will be back. I've never lose hope that people will change, that they've realized what they have done. We all knew that reviving it was impossible. It was learning how to fly. But when people find their way in through the right path, that's when we say miracles do happen.