Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ofloyalsubjects.ThoughIamapenniless,blindhomelessperson,inmydreamsIamthepowerfulsnofakingdomandricherthanMidas.Whosaythatmyexperimentoflifeisafailureandnotasuccess?

    Lifemaybeexperimental,butfateotbeged.Theingredientsthatmakeupfatehadbeeihemomentlifebegan.Theseplicatedandhardtouandingredientsotbecalcuted,evenbythemostadvanputersiedbyman.Whenamanisborn,helivesacctotheroutesetoutbyfate.Somelivesaresmoothandsuccessful,pavedwithfameandfortuherswalkonahardandtortuouspath,fulloflonelinessandmisfortuheposofpeople’slivesmaybeasdifferentastheinnumerablebinationsofthekaleidoscope,buttheendisinvariablythesame–death,thegreatequalizer.BeforethegodofFate,weareallhelplessandinsignifitbecausehisdecreesarefinandnottobebargaih.Welyacceptourfatewithoutresistance,forresistanceisfutileanyway.DoyouthinkthatI,Dimitri,waswillingtoacceptmyfateasablindmaainlynot,butwhatcouldIdo?BeforeFate,Iaminsignifitandhelpless,uoresistinanyway.Mywayofg,myullwoolovertheeyesofthegodoffate,istodevelopabeautifulsecretgardenintheinnermostpartofmyheartwithouthisnotioomecouldtouchthispce.

    Dimitrigedfromsleepingsidewaystolyingftonhisbathetground,ilythesamepositionasthatgiantonGiantMountainwhoypeacefullyonthehorizohfacedtheblueheavensasifaskingitapuzzliionthathadneverbeenansweredforthousandsofyears.Dimitrikhatstepbystephewassinkingdeeperintothatpcedeepinhisheartadrowsinessagaineoverhimlikeateasinglightfog.Unwillingtogiveupenjoyingthebeautiesofthisspringdawedtheeofsleep.Soshoulderingashovendholdingsomegardeningtool