The Cottage on a hill

It shows us what we want? Whatever we want?
Yes, and no. It shows us, nothing more nor less, than the deepest darkest most desperate desire of our hearts.

It was an empty room. And there was a mirror in that empty room. The mirror, of course was the Mirror of Erised. And as young Anna stood in front of the mirror, she saw…

She saw a man. He was tall, you could see that, though he sat in a chair by a fireside. He was reading a book. Anna could make out the title- it said” The Mill on the Floss”. There was a window by the man, and through it you could see lovely views- the most beautiful hill sides ever imagined; lush flowing, rolling greenery.

A dog barked in the distance.

Anna could see the warmth emanating from the man; he had such a lovely smile. And such a lovely, deep booming laugh. He laughed as she watched him; probably at something he had read. His smile was perfect, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. His hair was beautiful as well You could see he took pride in his appearance; his clothes matched perfectly-highlighting a perfect frame.

All in all, a perfect man.

She could almost imagine a life with him; he’d take her to dinner-he’d open every door for her; he’d be courteous, warm and dignified. He’d take her to the movies; he’d take her all over the world. He would be smart, intelligent, funny. He’d have a job (She didn’t really care too much what he did) that would earn him a lot of money, but wouldn’t keep him employed for too long. He’d be oh-so-talented(she was sure). He would play several instruments, he would sing a beautiful mellow-yet-strong bass, he would write her beautiful poetry and be ever-so-romantic and gentle. He’d never leave her, nor ever let her down. He would never harm her; nor ever let her be harmed. He would lay down his life for her.

She could see that he lived in a beautiful castle.

He was the man she would marry.
…
Of course, she never married him.
…
When we were young; we held so many beautiful dreams. We believed that they would happen too. And often enough, the world “teaches” us “better”; the world “teaches” us to temper our dreams with reality.
….

I wonder….is this a good thing?




I don’t intend to let go of my dreams.

Omni ope atque opera.