THE JOURNEY TO YOUR DREAMS (OR MINE)

A melodious voice, as smooth as (non-fat)  butter and and as soft as a snuggie, is heard in my left ear. It sings, “Good morning my beautiful queen, you are the fairest in the land, acne is beautifulllll”. I smile against my tye dye cashmere bed linen as an old lady servant (or fine, PC. domestic worker) named Shamshooma (she’s foreign. Exotic, I know.) brushes my hair 400 times, to make it as soft as physically possible. “Thanks, Shoom” I say as I hop off the bed. Before my delicately pedicured feet can touch the imported hardwood floor, another servant smoothly slips on a pair of Spongebob fuzzy slippers. The melodious voice is heard again.

 “Wakey, wakey, princess Duriba! It’s time to face the world which embraces you for all your extraordinary talents and abilities such as being an award winning horseback rider and official smartest person in the whole wide world, according to Forbes magazine, at least.” my chauffeur, Zayn Malik cooes. “Duriba,” he tries again. “I don’t care what anyone says. Your toes do not look like deformed mushrooms.” then he smiles, instantaneously melting my heart. “Dr. Duriba?” my personal assistant, Robert Downey Jr.’s voice is heard from the crafted-from-pure-gold home speaker system. “Yes, peasant?” I reply, my hair and makeup already being done by my personal beautification crew who are obliged by contract to constantly remind me how much prettier I am than Megan Foxx. 

“You have a mission. President Obama was visiting Mars when he had a heart attack. You must go to space and cure him with your extraordinary doctor abilities and stunning facial structure, which is as chiseled as a potato that has been severely chiseled. Also, you are really well behaved and it was wrong of your middle school teacher, Ms. Shannon, to put you in detention for rolling your eyes because she wears wrinkly skirts and has a manly boy.” I think for a moment, then nod. Everyone in Duriba-land always knew what to say.

If you were to ask me, “Hey, magnificent queen, what are you looking forward to the most?” The excerpt listed above from my diary would be the answer. Now, before you rebut my dreams for the future, exclaiming that they are unrealistic and foolish, let me do the ‘splain to you.

People always ask me how I can possibly believe that certain things will happen. Whenever they utter words such as “You’ll never marry Zayn Malik!” or “You have chubby fingers!”, they don’t. No one says that to me. Well, at least to my face. I made that up.

I’m sorry. This is going nowhere. I’ve still taken up time from your life though. Anyway, here’s the lesson of the day.

Always know that you are bigger than your dreams. You can accomplish whatever you like. You are simply whoever you want to be. No one can put any restrictions on what you want to do in life because it is your life. Sure, everything is predestined. But you chose the path taken to reach that destination. The journey there is yours. Just take it, won’t you?