The Promise of Someday
Once upon a time, in a bustling city overflowing with hurried pedestrians and breathtaking skyscrapers, two impressionable young boys named James and Peter built their haven. Their haven was no awe-inspiring castle or a magic-filled forest but a neglected, old treehouse at the city's park, far from the eyes of disapproval and the hustle and bustle of city life. This tiny, weather-beaten nautical-themed treehouse was their shared secret, a tangible testament to their friendship, and a quiet place to bask in their dreams and make dauntless promises for the future.
James, a baker's son, was an energetic and jovial boy with a never-ending supply of jokes that could cajole a laugh out of the most forbidding personality. His robust laugh was infectious enough to breathe life into even the daullest atmosphere. On the other hand, Peter, the son of a florist, was a serene soul who found solace in silence and blossoms. He had a knack for artistry and a gentle demeanor that gently pulled everyone towards him.
Despite their stark contrasting personalities, the boys developed an unspoken bond, a spiritual connection turned solid with time and wisdom. The treehouse was their rendezvous, where they would share everything, from their mundane daily life to their dreams and ambitions, filling the tiny space with sounds of laughter and boisterous debates on 'silly' future plans.
With wide eyes filled with aspirations, James would narrate how he saw himself owning a chain of luxurious bakeries that served smile-baked bread. Simultaneously, Peter, engrossed in the floral patterns and abstract strokes on the treehouse walls, would dreamily talk of his grand plans to welcome nature into concrete structures with his floral arrangements.
As years progress, the boys' frequent frolicking in the treehouse started to dwindle. The same bustling city that once felt like a source of constant adventure had quietly built an insurmountable gap between them, pushing them towards a mechanical life that was devoid of dreams and laughter. They had no time for treehouse rendezvous, smile-baked bread, or nature-inspired concrete structures.
Years turned into decades, and the old treehouse fell into a sullen disuse, echoing silent hymns of a lost bond. The dreams and the boys were lost in the whirl of life, until one day when James found an old polaroid in his dusty attic. It was a photo of two grinning boys with their treehouse, radiating pure and untouched joy.
A surge of nostalgia hit James, resistance crumbled, and he knew he had to find Peter, his own lost part. Peter, like a flower bud that was swaying in the wind, thinking of blooming, kept his artistry alive and thriving amidst the rush of life. When he saw James on his doorstep one day, decades later, he was surprised, but a part of him felt complete again.
They decided to revisit their old haven, their sanctuary – the abandoned treehouse standing tall and strong. As they stepped inside, a rush of forgotten memories consumed them, and it was as if the time had stilled. They spent the entire day talking about their lives, bittersweet reality, and found themselves saying out loud the dreams they had shelved.
That day, two grown men, standing near a forgotten treehouse, realized that the promissory wonderful future might be filled with mundane responsibilities and practical decisions. Yet, they decided it was never too late to take on those 'silly' dreams. It solidified their belief in the simple, unadorned joys of life and promised each other to resurrect their forgotten dreams.
As the sun dipped behind those towering skyscrapers, the branches of their treehouse seemingly stretched out, as if wanting to touch those dreams floating in the air. In the end, they both realized that sometimes what you're looking for comes when you're not actually looking. Their dreams were never lost; they reappeared when the time was right – and so did their friendship.
And thus, the bustling city hardly noticing, the last beam of sunlight glowing, the reclaimed treehouse bearing witness, James and Peter made a pact, a pact of someday. The promise to inject the extraordinary into the ordinary, the spectacular into the mundane, the dreams into the reality - the promise of Someday...