I wanted to share this with all my friends... with the same love it has been shared with me.
I posted this image in
my album in
Flickr (all the pictures uploaded so far from
our
FABULOUS trip to Cannes (our = Baptiste and Me) you will
find them
here, I will make up an album here more complete soon)
...and my friendest Malcom shared these wise words with me... wise as
usual. From the Little Prince. Worth reading it... really worth
reading...
"Chapter XVI - The Dreamer
"Before going to earth," the little prince
thought to himself quietly,
"I will go visit that small planet." The little
round planet was
rainbow colored and it spun slowly as if not wanting to
disturb
anyone's peace. As he took his first step on the planet's ground,
the
little prince gazed all about, trying to see everything at once.
The
sky was split into two parts; one showing the velvet midnight
blue
color of night, it's stars each trying to outshine the other;
while
the other side of the sky was sunny with a sky of light blue.
Fluffy
white clouds seemed to make faces at each other as they
constantly
changed their shapes. And everywhere, everywhere the little
prince
looked something new would appear and disappear. He continued to
walk
along until he finally saw someone he could talk to. A man was
asleep,
lying on the floor in a curled up position. The little prince
sighed
and kneeled next to the man, waiting for him to wake up so he
could
ask him about this funny planet.
After a few moments of waiting,
the man half turned and his eyes
opened and shut.
"Sir?" The little
prince asked aloud. The man turned to face the boy.
"Who are you?"
"I
am the dreamer." The man sighed softly, trying to stop a yawn from
coming
out. He sat up slowly. "And this," He continued, " is my
planet. It's where
dreams are created before being shipped off to
earth."
"A dream
planet." The little prince commented. He pondered this and
then cocked his
head to one side. "Do you create the dreams?" The
dreamer smiled and half
nodded.
"Somewhat. I have helpers though." No sooner had the dreamer
finished
answering that the little prince had another question ready for
him.
"Why do you create them?"
"Because dreams keep hope alive on
earth."
"Hope?"
"Yes, hope."
"Do earthlings not have enough
hope?" The little boy asked, a bit
confused. Why would anyone need help in
something so simple as hoping?
The dreamer gave a slight sad smile before
answering.
"Some have enough... but some, some have lives that are
too
complicated for them and they forget to keep hoping."
"Why are
their lives too complicated?"
"Men have forgotten what is essential in
life and this causes many of
the complications. They try to replace the
essential by something
trifle, like money and land. But their replacements
make them hurry
about everywhere or they just start fighting until some don't
even
care enough to live."
"But... why?" The little prince pleaded. "I
don't understand." The
dreamer smiled and patted the boy's
head.
"Sometimes, neither do I." And his last comment made the little
prince
think. Made him think of his flower and his volcanoes at home. 'I
hope
they're okay and that the baobabs haven't taken over the planet.'
He
thought with some homesickness.
"Mr. Dreamer," The little prince
suddenly asked. "Could I be a
helper?" He suddenly wanted so much to have
some company and to have
something to do. At seeing the boy's eagerness, the
dreamer's joyful
face faded a bit.
"I'm afraid that can't be done."
And before the little prince could
ask why, the dreamer answered him with a
far off voice. "I have
dreamed of many things and one of them is of your
voyage to earth. You
must go now and remember to keep hoping, little prince.
That shall
bring you back home whenever you need it." The dreamer silently
gave a
wave and then curled back up, falling asleep. The little prince
stared
for a minute and then trudged away. And only when he was on his way
to
earth did a single question strike him. How had the dreamer known
of
his voyage?"
