by Lyndsay Andrews

Created on: November 05, 2008

Filling in the Blanks

There is a wooden desk in the corner with some papers on it, but I am never really sure what they say. The room is a deep maroon with plush brown leather chairs strategically placed. It is my study. I walk away from the desk and look out the window. The outside has trees for miles. So much distance and land. It carries tranquility in the wind.

Someone's arms fold around me, giving me warmth and a sense of peace in the already comfortable room. I do not know who this mystery person is, but I know who I want it to be.

As I follow Mr. Wonderful, at least that is what I call him, I see toys on the floor and hear the laughter of a young boy and girl. A dog barks with the laughter, adding to the atmosphere of a home, one that I hope someday will be mine.

I am a classified dreamer. I have fantasies that are formed in my head. This particular dream is one of my future. The only problem is, there is a blank space. Where am I living? Are the kids mine? What does the dog look like? Who is this man.

I truly am concerned with the last question. I know who I want it to be. I want him to be my best friend, my fiance. I want the promises that we have made to each other to come true. Only a junior in college and I know who I want to be with. I know what I want my life to look like.

The dream only goes as far as the laughter. It has never been finished, never been started. It is just been a brief glimpse that destiny has shown me. A house in the mountains, a family that loves me, a life that could be mine. The blank spaces are reminders that each decision we make has an effect on our destiny. The outline may remain the same, but the people and choices we make will always turn out differently.

Mr. Wonderful is out there somwhere, and maybe I am holding him in my hands right now. The children are people who will be created in the future. The dog is something that must be discussed.

I truly think that destiny shows us glimpses of the people we will become. I think he wants to give us something to look foreword to. To work hard for. If we do not catch small hints of ourselves, we will never become what we are meant to be.

I am a classified dreamer. A story idea maker. I live my life with the hope that someday, I will be in the mountains and happy with my family. Destiny is shown to everyone who seeks it. All you have to do is let your mind relax, and you will catch that brief glimpse. Then fill in the blanks.

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