The human body is fascinating, and so is the mind, albeit not as elusive. Occasionally, we feel random pains and aches in our body, and the same happens in our minds. A problem pops up and your brain jolts. One of your dreams collapses and your brain is stabbed with a red-hot poker.

What is a dream if not a part of oneself? To lose a dream is to shatter a bit of one’s soul. And who are we after the disfigurement of our soul? Who are we after we lose ourselves? What to do after such an attack from the Creator? Should we replace our dreams?

My dream isn’t lost, it is holding on by a thread, a very shabby thread. The path is not only elusive, it’s dangerous and surrounded by decoys and traps. It lies in a dark cave, in the highest peak, in the highest mountain. And the reward will change my whole life, forever.

How do I give up on the philosopher’s stone? How do I give up on the giver of life and youth? How do I give up, when I know the chance isn’t zero? How does one give up on a dream? Could you?

But maybe this so-called philosopher’s stone isn’t real. Maybe it’s just a plain stone, an ordinary object. Is this my mind trying to ease the pain, or is my dream not what it seems? And what to do? When is giving up the right choice, when have I fought too much?

Not all battles are meant to be won. Not all battles can be won. Not all battles should be won.

What I will do isn’t yet decided. My way is my own to discover and regardless of how hard, or what turns it will take, it will be mine to walk. This is my only comfort. It is my way, and I am the one who holds all the power. I am the master of my way.