Freedom in My Dreams
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'To be or not to be, that is the question'. And such an interesting question in Christian's mind. To be in the future of technology like his father or not to be in his dreams and give them form on pages of his stories and poems. Yes, he wanted to please his father with his decision of life, but you can always get what you want. On the day he told his decision to his father, he was furious. "You won't get by on that path, my boy! No one ever does! Stop dreaming and come into reality!" he said, but Christian didn't care. With his life made up, he left the once high class life of his own and went off in search of inspiration. A big story was going to be written, he could feel it.
But, he thought, where can I get such an inspiration? There are so, oh so many things! A boy in a bland and simple world admiting his ecstatic secrets and ideas not for show, but for change. Or a beautiful young woman whose popularity leads to trajedy. Oh, or maybe a place, a place to be free from it all, a world inside another, a complete opposite. Of course, then, is a sweet simple love story, of two souls becoming one. Though it sounded simple to others, love was always a hard topic for Christian. He had never been in love himself, so it was just so hard to make it the perfect love story.
"A world inside another, he began to himself, "freedom, a place where those high-society bourgeois are thrown out the window as the dreamers, the children of a revolution, humbly make their way inside. A wild place, no rules but your own, and those rules were made to be broken! Such a place in this reality would be a writers perfect inspiration indeed!" But, was there really a place like that?
That night, as he sat against the windowsill in his small hotel room, the thought of a wild place like that drove his mind like mad. No matter how hard he tried, he could never put the thoughts in order. He sighed, counting the stars and making wishes until his dreary eyes finally closed at the stroke of midnight. But it seemed in an instance he woke up, in the middle of a grand party! Music at every turn, the people dancing in their own special styles, beautiful scantly-clad women dancing with men in tailcoats and tutus! His heart was filled with his excitement, as he looked up at glowing letters, "The Moulin Rouge..."
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'To be or not to be, that is the question'. And such an interesting question in Christian's mind. To be in the future of technology like his father or not to be in his dreams and give them form on pages of his stories and poems. Yes, he wanted to please his father with his decision of life, but you can always get what you want. On the day he told his decision to his father, he was furious. "You won't get by on that path, my boy! No one ever does! Stop dreaming and come into reality!" he said, but Christian didn't care. With his life made up, he left the once high class life of his own and went off in search of inspiration. A big story was going to be written, he could feel it.
But, he thought, where can I get such an inspiration? There are so, oh so many things! A boy in a bland and simple world admiting his ecstatic secrets and ideas not for show, but for change. Or a beautiful young woman whose popularity leads to trajedy. Oh, or maybe a place, a place to be free from it all, a world inside another, a complete opposite. Of course, then, is a sweet simple love story, of two souls becoming one. Though it sounded simple to others, love was always a hard topic for Christian. He had never been in love himself, so it was just so hard to make it the perfect love story.
"A world inside another, he began to himself, "freedom, a place where those high-society bourgeois are thrown out the window as the dreamers, the children of a revolution, humbly make their way inside. A wild place, no rules but your own, and those rules were made to be broken! Such a place in this reality would be a writers perfect inspiration indeed!" But, was there really a place like that?
That night, as he sat against the windowsill in his small hotel room, the thought of a wild place like that drove his mind like mad. No matter how hard he tried, he could never put the thoughts in order. He sighed, counting the stars and making wishes until his dreary eyes finally closed at the stroke of midnight. But it seemed in an instance he woke up, in the middle of a grand party! Music at every turn, the people dancing in their own special styles, beautiful scantly-clad women dancing with men in tailcoats and tutus! His heart was filled with his excitement, as he looked up at glowing letters, "The Moulin Rouge..."