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| Shadow Dancers by � goeswith3faces Who am I? Where do I come from and where I will go ? Where is my place in our universe? What is the sense of my life? Many elementary questions. I�m sure that nearly everybody asked himself questions like this, when he thought that he had reached a crossroad in life. The uncertainty that grows in years in us, searches for answers � I remember a time when many questions like this made me unable to find peace of my mind. It was a time of shadows. I got the feeling to be near an answer and moments later, I found out that even when I thought to be near, the answer was unreachable like the moon in the water. I fell restless and unsteady and it made me doubting of nearly everything. Because of being tired by thinking all the time, I decided to go back for a couple of days to the place where I was born. Maybe the contact with my people could give me back the peace of mind. It took me some hours in an airplane and some hours in a rented car to be back home. Nothing changed and time seemed to stand still. I visited some relatives and friends and it had been nice to see them again. We had great fun, but my uncertainty did not leave me. I decided to go for a walk alone, on my last day, before I would leave the place that had been and is my home. I went to my favorite place, where I liked to be when I was a kid. It was a nice place near a big lake, where fishers leave their boats and I remember that I spend eternities of my youth with fishing and dreaming right here. Just when I remembered past times, I heard somebody coming out of the forest. I was surprised to see the old Jacob-Iron-Heart coming. Jacob-Iron-Heart was old since I can think and nobody, even not himself did know how old he was exactly. He had been here all his life and nearly every day he went fishing. He lived in a little house at the beginning of our village and was well known and respected by his people. When he saw me, a big smile brightened his face and he asked me if �the dreamer which he met in the past� is back to find his own way. I smiled as well and said that I think he is right. He nodded, thoughtful looking at me and sat down on an old stump. A silent and peacefully atmosphere filled the air. The wind striped the lake�s water and made his surface rough, before he began to speak � I remember a time, when I fell like you son. Many questions and no answers. Everything made me unsatisfied and restlessness filled my heart. I was spell-bound. From what did he know what I think? |
