A tale of spontaneity and a pot

A long time ago, spontaneity wandered the world, at times settling in the souls of simpletons and artists, but not a single person with a light soul could keep it for long. Either she ran away – they could not catch up with her, then she hid in sadness and sorrows – and she was not visible. In general, she went on in search of someone who could tame her and save her. Many years passed, people and winters changed, but she still could not find a place for herself on earth. Spontaneity despaired that it could live among people, found an old abandoned pot in a dark forest and fell asleep in it for a long sleep.

But one day a boy ran away and picked up a pot, in which spontaneity almost hopelessly found its shelter. And then a miracle happened. Then he decided to boil porridge in a pot, and it became a pot that can boil so much porridge that it will feed the whole world.

Then he decided that if you rub it, then a genie will appear and fulfill all desires. Then suddenly the boy starts blowing into the pot, in which spontaneity has found its shelter, making a magic pipe out of it. Intoxicated by this, spontaneity asked the boy:

“Who are you?”.

“I am a dreamer.”

And since then, spontaneity has already known exactly with whom she is very comfortable and free, with whom she wants and can fulfill her dreams. And she began to settle in the souls of visionaries and dreamers, and they live happily ever after, spontaneously changing gray everyday life for new opportunities.

After all, only dreamers can tame and preserve spontaneity – this elusive energy of life itself.

Author: Victoria Nazarevich ©2019