|Err, yeah...I'm in hiatus....I have my reasons...like video games.......and cat videos...|
I’ve been very sickly ever since I was young. I’ve never experienced a happy childhood unlike the kids I see playing from outside the window of the hospital I’ve been staying at. All I know of the world are those from my picture books and stories from other people staying at the hospital. I feel really bad, since there are so many things I wanted to see, especially the giant fish they call a whale. For some reason, I want to see one, since they keep appearing in my dreams. I wrote about my wish to see a whale on a piece of paper and folded it into a plane, and fly them off from my window with hopes that someone would grant my wish before I disappear. I’m not familiar with the outside world. I wish for a day when I could go outside and see an actual whale for myself before my very fragile life ends, too bad I can’t. Even my dream of becoming a teacher might never be realized.
One day, there’s this new guy who’s been admitted to the hospital. By the look of things, it seems he isn’t a normal case. There has been a commotion when he arrived and the guards are trying to subdue this patient while people watch as he shouts the craziest of things.
“Let me go! I have to make the whale fly, it’s her final wish!!!”
Everyone thinks that he’s insane; I mean everybody knows that whales can’t fly, right? After listening to the nurses as they gossip, I’ve learned a lot about that man. It seems like he is a scientist. He created a hot air balloon so that he could “make the whale fly”…but unfortunately, that ship crashed. He was found by the medics full of wounds, but he asked them not take him to the hospital. He is very weird, but I am curious. This guy has been from the world outside my room, maybe he could tell me more about the outside world. Thus I sneaked into his room and there I found him, shackled and motionlessly staring at the sky. I was a bit scared of him, but he spoke with a gentle voice as he noticed my silent footsteps.
“Hey miss! It was you right, the one who wants to see a whale?” The man said with a smile on his face, as if he’s delighted to see me.
I was shocked. I haven’t told anyone about my dream to see a whale, yet this guy saw through me. Then he started to tell his story.
“The whales are gone; they are hunted to extinction by greedy people. Now, all of them are in the sky, in peace. But once in a while, they want some company. They miss interacting with kind-hearted humans. Thus they choose one person at a time, whose life is about to end soon. They will appear in his dreams, and ask him to meet them, so that they can play one more time. A girl whose life is about to end, asked me if she could meet a whale before she passes away. I wanted to bring her to the sky and see a whale before she dies….and that girl; is you. I keep receiving these paper airplanes from nowhere. They land on my balloon every day, until I decided to make her wish come true. My search brought me to this place.” The man explained.
As I listen to him, a part of me was very confused; “…is my dream about the whales a sign that I will die soon?” The guy asked me to unbind him and told me that he will bring me to the sky to meet a whale. I’m not sure if I should trust him but for some reason, I can’t refuse to his offer. I unshackled him and we run towards the exit, evading every hospital crew and patients, it was fun. Then, we were already outside. The breath of the wind blowing through my hair, the warmth of the sun, the texture of the ground, everything feels so new to me. We continued to run until we arrived at the place where his Airship landed. It seems like it is still operational. We climbed aboard and as he tries to start the engine, he told me that he is not a scientist but an artist….a sculptor, then he smiled back at me. The Hot air balloon slowly rise and it continued to ascend to the clouds. At that point, all of my fears dissolved. As the guy pulled some levers and pushed an array of buttons; two huge mechanical arms stretched out from the sides of the ship and started to chip the huge group of clouds; chunk after chunk. I can’t believe it at first, “how did he managed to carve away the pieces of fluffy clouds?” The chisel he’s using was a fang of the “Cloud Eater”-a dragon from a long time ago, he said. I don’t know if I’ll believe him, but I have to, since the cloud is literally being eaten away piece after piece.
I was surprised and at the same time, amazed. Among the clouds right before my eyes, it’s a whale, a very big whale! This guy just sculpted a whale out of clouds. I can’t contain my happiness anymore; the first time I went out to experience the world and I saw a whale. Who knows what’s in store for me in the future? As I gazed at it, I’ll make sure that I won’t miss a second of this moment. As it slowly loses its form and vanishes into thin air… I’m certain that I will never forget this whale forever. If I quit living long before this moment, there’s no way I would’ve seen that whale.
The guy asked about what the whale told me before it goes away...
“It asked me if when we will meet again.” I answered.
“And what did you said to the whale?” The guy asked again.
“Hahaha! Sorry but we won’t be meeting again anytime soon because I’ll become a teacher first. I’ll be busy.” I cheerfully replied.
The balloon landed safely and the guy walked me back to the hospital. The hospital staffs begin to chase him. He runs as fast as the wind. His silhouette blends in with the shadow of the dusk.
That day, I promised that I will never give up on life and will live my life to the fullest. I can’t remember the events after that though. All I know is that I woke up in my room and my family was there. My only regret since that day is that I didn’t get the guy’s name. I sure hope that we could meet again so I could thank him for everything. It’s the reason why once in a while; I look up at the sky to observe the clouds and see if he has any new masterpiece just waiting to be seen.
Oh, I’m sorry, was my story too long? I hope you learned something from it, about the Cloud Sculptor from the past. I know you have a wonderful story like mine that you would like to share, but we will resume tomorrow…till then…. CLASS, DISMISS!
|Artists have within them the power to create, and the responsibility to do so, in order to make this world a more wonderful place to live in. Despite many challenges and sacrifices, an artists must continue to walk this path as his/her contribution to the world. That is what being an artist is all about.|