“What I’ve always taken away from his words is the sense that we all have something that confines us, that seeks to define us, label us, belittling us in the process, shortchanging our potential. Can it be that is our sanctuary, our refuge, our way to liberty?”

Noorilhuda

Before the clock struck midnight, I had an important message to convey about my upcoming auction. I was prepared to lay bare my innermost thoughts and emotions, offering them up to anyone willing to explore. However, there were obligations to fulfill first, debts to settle, and promises to honor. Only after these responsibilities were met could others partake in what remained of my inner world.

I knew that one day my physical form would return to the Earth. It felt like a contribution, a gift to someone who truly deserved to inherit my bright eyes and sincere smile. Nature had always been the one to tend to my tears and mend my wounds, sharing its wealth and beauty with me.

As my time on Earth came to an end, my soul prepared to return to God. I believed I had been sent here with a purpose, and now I had to bring back my experiences and findings, everything that had been a part of the mission I had willingly signed up for. There were questions I needed to ask, and explanations I sought from the Creator. Perhaps He knew all along that this experiment would be challenging, sending me into the world without clear instructions or guarantees. I had faith in His wisdom; if He had chosen to send me on this solo journey, He must have had confidence in my ability to navigate its risks and trials. Yet, I still longed for answers.

My mind carried the weight of my memories, from moments of love to instances of hate, and the difficult process of letting go. I viewed these experiences as my survival kit, something to pass on to those who might need them most in their times of hopelessness and betrayal, to help them rise once more from their own ashes. Thoughts, like clouds carrying rain, weighed heavily on me at times. They would become so burdened that they’d pour out like tears, but eventually, they’d disperse like fluffy clouds in the wind, and I learned to let them be carried away.

My heart held onto love, even though it may never have fully comprehended the depths of feelings. However, I did know one thing for sure – the love I had for children. To me, that was sufficient. The tiny hands that would grasp my face and offer sticky hugs were more than enough to make me understand that love often arrived in small, unassuming packages, beautifully labeled with innocent smiles during those perfect moments.

“The power of music, whether joyous or cathartic must steal on one unawares, come spontaneously as a blessing or a grace”

Oliver Sacks

The faith that assured us we would reunite is something magicians are quite familiar with. They use tricks that transport your mind to a different moment, revealing exactly what you yearn to see in that instance. Yet, just as swiftly as it appeared, it vanishes with a simple snap of the fingers, never to be witnessed again.

If none of the above strikes a chord with you, just grab this blank sheet of paper, and let’s craft some music together. The G clef will set the foundational tone, anchoring the rhythm like a solid ground in this world. With each note, a fresh melody will emerge, destined to endure through generations as something entirely unique, despite the numerous compositions that came before it. Those who hear this piece in the future will experience catharsis, and it will instill hope in those who never cease to have faith in love and a higher power.

Now, please, inform me before the auction commences, how much you were ready to offer for an empty sheet of paper that bears only my name?

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
― H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Twenty years from now, I’ll remember this moment not for the money that might be exchanged for a simple sheet of paper with my name, but for the realization that I threw off the bowlines of my comfort zone and set sail from the safe harbor. The price someone might pay for this paper is secondary to the fact that I dared to catch the trade winds in my sails. I dared to explore beyond the boundaries of my ordinary existence. I dared to dream beyond the limits I had imposed on myself. I dared to discover the vast ocean of possibilities that life offers. And in this daring, I found a treasure far more valuable than any monetary value, a treasure that can never be auctioned or sold.

As I stand here before you, considering the value of this blank sheet bearing my name, I’m reminded of the profound truth in the words you shared. Twenty years from now, what will truly matter is not the price this paper fetches, but the audacious journey I embarked upon, the risks I took, the dreams I pursued, and the discoveries I made. It’s about the memories created, the lessons learned, and the person I became through these experiences. So, whether this paper finds a buyer or not, I’ve already gained the greatest riches in the pursuit of a life fully lived. And with this, I sail forth into the uncharted waters of tomorrow, ready to explore, dream, and discover anew.

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
― Oscar Wilde

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