Drawings on the clouds

Story from “My Road to Myself”

Long before I first picked up a paintbrush, I often had dreams in which I was painting.
I painted white cottages with blue energy that flowed from my palms and created amazing patterns on the walls. I composed paintings of green duckweed on a quiet lake. I drew boats on the sea that came to life and began to stir under the brush.
Every dream was special. It was as if he was asking to be taken with him into real life.
But one of them was remembered the most.
I was drawing... on the clouds.
Huge paintings of fluffy white clouds floated across the sky. Each one told its own story. And I knew that I was creating them myself — with my thoughts, my dreams, my choices.
But suddenly she saw that the road ahead was branching.
There were many pictures.
Roads too.
But only one had to go.
And I chose.
Many years have passed. Today I understand that the dream was not about drawing.
It was about life.
We make choices every day. Sometimes we don't even notice it. Each decision changes our path, gives birth to new pictures of our destiny.
I don't know where other roads would have led me.
But I don't regret mine.
It was she who brought me to her.
And I believe that no matter what path a person chooses, if they walk it sincerely, one day it will definitely lead them home - to themselves.