A world outside a rectangle

The sound of the engine roaring pumps up my adrenaline. In a minute I will be creating history. I see my fans shouting, waving, giving me a thumbs’ up. Do I deserve such attention? Am I actually the person they think I am? Is my lifelong dream of winning this race going to finally come true today? A shiver runs down my spine. But then as I analyze the crowd, I see a familiar face. The same face which inspires me to persevere to the end. The face of my father.

The ripples that the gentle breeze forms on the surface of the water always flow out and disappear. I ask myself whether I want to be a ripple which with the force of the mighty wind flows out and at the same time is destroyed by it. No, I’m stronger than that. It is then that the sunlight gently strikes my eyes and my mind is instantly filled with the thought of my parents and my hometown.

When I look out of this kaleidoscope of life, the colourful and courageous sun gives me strength and reminds me of the human being that I am. The trees so majestic and vibrant remind me that I am living for someone and that I am the source of someone’s life as well. The calm and murky river tells me to open up my thinking circle every morning and never allow the continuous trickle of brilliance and imagination to stop.

Wondering whether I finished the race? What is there to drive towards? I see the mighty sun rise and fall every day, so why then should my journey come to a halt? A rectangle isn’t going to ignite and extinguish the fire inside me, it’s going to be belief, fate, destiny and faith that will. But for these few minutes I have every day to look into my fantabulous utopia, I thank him, the man with the fierce yet forgiving eyes.

The clock strikes seven. Shades of yellow transform into purple. I turn off the ignition. My credible companion, Adrian is put to rest and all is calm once again. Good night my strength and courage. Another tear I shed will not make the river mightier but will follow the million other water droplets to an ocean flooded with memories, memories which stimulate euphoria, sadness and the importance of humility.