Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第197/327页)

tay?…Actuallyborandmarelyoneachother.Idon’tseewhytheyarealwaysintroversyandrubbingeachotherthewrongway.Ifbothsidestookastepbadthoughtfortheothersidealittle,Iamsurethingswouldeaseupandbothsidescouldco-existpeacefully.”

    “Humansocietyistrendingtemetropolis,withrgepoputionscrowdingintolimitedspace”saidImagination.“Idon’tlikethatatall.Iprefertheoldpastoralwayoflife,liketheoheKingdomofDreams.TheKingdomisnebutthepoputionisalsosmall.Lifethereissimple,justfarming,fishingandhuntingandyouchoosewhatyouwanttodo.Ifyoudon’twanttodoanything,andwanttoshutyourselfinsideyouhomeahat’soktoo.Noonewillinterferewithyou.Thereisionofexploitingorbeingexploitedthere.Thereissomuchgrainandfoodpiledupinthegranary,thatnoonewilleverbeginanything.Childrenpyinthecourtyards;womenweaveihehut.Lifeissimpleandserene.oworryaboutfeedingthemselvesandtheirfamily.HowIwishtogobacktotheKingdomofDreamsandlivethelifethere.Yougetupwhenthesunrisesandgotowork.Yourestwhenthesus.ButourmasterKingDimitridoesoiogobackthere.”

    “Right”echoedCreativity.“Everymwiththehoeonmyshoulder,Iwouldwalktowardsthefieldsatthedawn’sfirstlight.Iwouldworkhardasweatflowfrommybodyintothesoil,watgwithhappysatisfaastheseedsIpnted,sproutandgrowintowheat.ThehesusIwillgobayhut,eatafullmeandthenclosethedoorandhaveagoodnight’ssleep.Ilikethissimplebutfulfillinglifetoo.”

    Afterleavingthenoisymetropoliswithitscrowdsofpeopleandunendingtraffic,ImaginationheldCreativity’shandandstoppedatapcewheretherewerebeautifulhillsandwater.Itwasaserenehouseinthesuburbs.Imaginationstoodbythekelookingatthecrystalclearsparklier.Thenshegazedatthenearbyhillswheretherewerequiteafewhouses,cssiclookingandartisticallybuilt,givingforthajollyatmosphereofliveliness.

    “Howluckyarethesepeoplelivinghere!”saidImagination.“Theyjoytheserenehillsaer,butalsohavetheuseofallthemodernveniences.HowIwouldliketokeepthisverygoodmemoryoflifeohforeverdeeplyetchedinmymemory,obefotten.IcouldbringitoutandwonderuponitanytimeIwant.”Creativityughedandsaid,

    “Youspendtoomuchtimepoverthisbeautifulsery.Itisonlyaseofyourimpressions.Everythingwillge.Don’tfetthatyournameisImaginationandmineisCreativity.Whateveryouimagine,Imakeitreality.Onlythusweimproveandadvance,right?”

    “Yht,”saidImaginationsmilingandnoddingherhead.“Yht.YournameisCreativityandmineisImagination…”Amongthemanypeoplestrollingaroundthekeuhebrilliantbutserenesunshinewasayoungcouplepushingastroller.Theyoungmother’sfacewaswreathedinhappysmilesasshesaid,

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    “ThanktheLordmydecisionwasthecorree.Lookhowhealthyandlivelyoursonis!”Herhusbandandfatheroftheboy,alkioher,said,

    “I’llhavetoadmitthatyourdecisionwastherightone.However,youdohaveanirregurheart,whichcouldhavebeenverydangerousduringpregnandchildbirth.ButyouweresodetermioghwithitthatIcouldn’tstopyou.Luckilyeverythingturrightandbothyouandthebabyweresafe.Wehavereallybeeremelyfortunate.Godhasbeenespeciallygoodtoyou.”

    “Atthetime”repliedtheyoungmotherreminisgaboutthepast,“wheorfirmedthatIregnant,Iwassohappy!ThattinyspeckoflifewasGod’sg