The Dream of Destiny
The Old Man Em Jay sat up in bed, his heart pounding in the quiet of his small apartment. The city outside was still, the only sounds being the distant hum of traffic and the occasional siren.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream that had jolted him awake. It was past midnight, and he knew sleep would elude him now.
He moved to his modern desk, the soft glow of his laptop providing the only light in the room. He opened his blog, the one place where he could pour out his thoughts and find some semblance of solace. His fingers hovered over the keyboard before he began to type.
Greeting to all my readers,
Moments ago, accompanied by Madam Sleeping Beauty, I went to a place in the dream world. A huge billboard with the word "DESTINY" stood by the side of the road entering the city.
I didn't know how, but I found myself in a room with a man the same age as me. The room wasn't like mine; it was majestic, like inside a royal palace in those movies.
The Old Man Em Jay paused, his mind replaying the vivid details of the dream. The man in the room had seemed so familiar, yet now he couldn't recall anything specific about him.
The man, yes the man. In that dream, he seemed like someone I had known dearly. But now, I can't recall anything about him. He had been blabbering so long about destiny.
For reasons I didn't realize, I kept silent, just listening. The only words, the phrases that still ring in my head: 'What is destiny?' Soon after, the dream ended.
I woke up.
The Old Man Em Jay leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen. The dream had left him with a sense of unease, a feeling that there was something he needed to understand, something just out of reach.
What is destiny?
Is it something we shape with our choices, or is it a predetermined path we follow without knowing? In the dream, the man's words seemed to hold the answer, but now they are just echoes in my mind.
He looked around his modest home, the familiar surroundings offering little comfort tonight. The framed photos on the walls, the bookshelves filled with stories, the faint scent of lavender from the air freshener—all reminders of a life lived, but not fully understood.
I wonder if destiny is what brought me to this point in my life. Alone, but still finding ways to connect through my writing. Is this where I'm meant to be, or did my choices lead me here? And what about the people I've loved and lost along the way? Were they part of my destiny, or simply passing moments in a larger journey?
The Old Man Em Jay's thoughts drifted to his children and grandchildren. The rare visits and even rarer phone calls, the sense of distance that had grown over the years.
Perhaps destiny is not just about where we end up, but about the people we meet and the moments we share.
Maybe it's about finding meaning in the journey, even when the destination is unclear.
He sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. The questions seemed endless, the answers elusive.
Tonight, the dream has left me with more questions than answers. But maybe that's what dreams are meant to do—to make us reflect, to search for meaning in the midst of our everyday lives.
To all my readers,
I hope you find your own answers, your own sense of destiny. And maybe, just maybe, we'll find some comfort in knowing that we're all searching together.
Wishing you all a peaceful night,
The Old Man Em Jay
He saved the entry and posted it to his blog. As he did, a sense of calm washed over him. The dream, the questions, the search for meaning—it was all part of his journey, part of his destiny.
The Old Man Em Jay leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. The city outside continued its quiet hum, a reminder that life went on, that dreams and questions were just a part of the larger tapestry. And with that thought, he let the quiet embrace of the night envelop him, finding solace in the connection he had forged through his words.