The Echo of Dreams🔊

Once in a serene village, nestled within the silky threads of the setting sun and the gentle whispers of life, there lived a humble potter named Matheo. Matheo was known far and wide, not for his pottery, but for his extraordinary dreams. Dreams that were filled with premonitions and insights into the future. He was not just a mere villager but a prophet in the eyes of his kinsfolk. The story unfolds on how these dreams shaped Matheo and the village's destiny.

Matheo had been dreaming since he was a child. He started foreseeing minor happenings around his loved ones, such as the birth of his sister and the harvest season's success. As he aged, the capacity of his dreams grew much more enormous, and so did his name in the village.

There was a traditional belief in the village that dreams held great power, and those who were blessed to foresee them were gifted. As a result, Matheo became an inevitable part of the villages' decision-making process. His dreams held the title of truth, and no deliberations were complete without his consultation.

One fine day, Matheo had a dream unlike any other. A dream that showed the village engulfed in a wild, devastating storm. The vision was so gritty and real that it sent a shiver down Matheo's spine. When the morning arrived, he called forth the villagers to discuss his premonition.

He narrated his vision with anguish. The villagers were puzzled yet dreaded the prophecy. The village council decided to adhere to Matheo's caution since never had he been wrong. From that day, all rejoiced turned into resilience. They began reinforcing their homes, storing food and water, making context provisions.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The villagers followed every guidance Matheo presented from his subsequent dreams about the storm. The threat of the storm deeply anchored their lives.

However, as the months passed, there was no sign of the storm. The villagers started growing weary of the constant fear and the added workload. Murmurs began spreading in the village about the credibility of Matheo’s dream. His once worshipped dreams had become a subject of skeptical talks.

Matheo felt the skepticism and insecurities creeping within his heart. He felt isolated, left questioning the authenticity of his dreams and abilities. His dreams had never betrayed him, but why this time? Consumed by guilt over pestering the villagers, Matheo decided to isolate himself.

One afternoon when Matheo was lost in thoughts, an old, wise man named Cedric paid him a visit. Cedric was known for his wisdom and understanding of human nature. He looked into Matheo's gloomy eyes, smiled warmly, and said, 'Son, do you think your dreams define you?'

Matheo was silent for a moment and then replied, 'Yes, they do, they are a part of me, my identity. But now, I'm just a joke to the villagers.

Cedric chuckled and said, 'My son, your dreams do not define you, but rather how you respond to them. Don't let your dreams overshadow your reality. You still have the art of pottery, which is the core of your existence. Embrace the real you and let your dreams be the guide and not the modus operandi of life.'

Those words had a profound impact on Matheo. He realized having spent all his life dominated by dreams, he had forgotten to live, to enjoy his own existence. Matheo decided to embrace his reality, his love for pottery.

He went back to his pottery, started enjoying the surreal reality of molding the clay into beautiful artefacts. His hands moved with grace on the spinning wheel, as if in pondering thoughts of incredible life insights. His artifacts started echoing the dreams of his heart, not through premonitions but pure craftsmanship.

The villagers soon began noticing the change in Matheo. They started appreciating his pottery and his spirit of embracing life despite unpredicted mistakes. The village, once again, started humming with the sweetness of laughter and essence of togetherness.

In the end, it wasn't the predicted storm that turned the village upside down; it was the realization brought by the storm that didn't occur. The echo of dreams transformed Matheo from a prophet to a person who loved his art. His dreams no longer shackled him, rather they became an integral yet non-dominant part of his existence. And the village learned to cherish reality more than predictions, cultivating trust on each other more than on prophecies.

The story of Matheo and his dreams became a legend, an echo reverberating in the village's lanes, over the mountains, across generations, inspiring all who heard it. That's the echo that keeps the villagers resilient in the face of adversities, keeps Matheo's legend alive, a gentle reminder that wisdom comes from within us, not from the dreams or prophecies.