Mountaintop...

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I always wanted to live somewhere remote, somewhere way up high and far away.  I dreamt of writing and painting all day, earning my living with my words and art, and never having to descend from my little mountaintop unless I absolutely wanted to do so.  I function best, I believe, when I'm alone.  I'm free to let the characters in my head tell me their stories at their own pace; free to capture the images that float to me like visions whether it is day, night, lunch or dinner.

This dream has eluded me so far, but I've not given up on it.  I should probably cringe at the passing of time, I should probably feel that as the years roll by the dream is less tangible or possible.  Pero no, But no.  I welcome time's footsteps.  Anything that takes me further from where I began in this life is a blessed friend.  I might be getting older, but that dream is just as vivid.  And should I pass from this world without ever having sat on the mountaintop I dreamed of in my childhood, tengo fe, I have faith that it I never saw it here because it was always there... just waiting for me.