In a small town a boy dreamed of finding a dream
How? You ask
Well
Once upon a time in a place more full of land than people a boy among others always knew he had something special inside him
But he didn't know what exactly that was
But he chased after it like his life depended on it
One day he felt the pressure inside so he left
He didn't want to go home without finding this thing people call a calling a passion a drive it's known as many things but let's not go there
Back to the story
The boy got lost in things of the world
Then when he looked back he noticed something
When he looked back he found that he wasn't a boy anymore
He was at the age we're he should have something of his own
He felt the heaviness like bricks all on his back
It was sink or swim
But still he tried everything
Was there no place for him he asked himself
What did he want to wake up and do with the rest of his life
The things his found have always made him feel miserable and unfortunate
He had money
He had a place he could call home
He had family far far away
He knew people
He knew this and that and many more but he felt empty
Then one day he without knowing stopped craving everything
As he lay in bed he kept thinking is this all I ever was?
Is this all there is?
He got up and decided to clear his mind
He thought of his mother how she woke up early very early just to make a meal
Every meal brought him joy
Then he began to develop something inside himself but what was this new feeling?
He then tried to recreate what brought him joy
He started small then after days, weeks, months he began to find that he liked to invent things with food
He heard that many who want to create food first go and explore different locations to know different tastes
He started to create something different something new something different yet it was special
Like his fingers created a new experience for anyone who tried his food
He didn't think it would last
He didn't know if it would be something he could hold on to
To be continued
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FAIRY TALES I
FantasiaBuilding fantasy, ethics, morals and more A creation created from imagination If there is change to happen then let's begin with what we read and who we read it to
