Thoughts in the Cloud
Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.
John F. Kennedy
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
Henry David Thoreau
Artemis had indeed built castles in the air. He had had many plans and hopes in his life and most had been shattered, torn and broken into such small parts that his way of thinking had changed drastically. Now he was a farther of two, a husband to a faerie and an uncle to many. Not to mention his bank balance had decreased by a sizeable amount and his family had changed to live a life of good. His new life disagreed with everything he had once believed. Aurum potestats est had now become amor potestas est.
The dramatic change in belief had nearly destroyed him, hurling him into a world of chaos and darkness. As every brick from his castles fell his mind too went deeper and deeper into destruction. His sanity began to slip away so fast that his mind had no way of keeping up.
Every belief he had ever held, every achievment, all those dreams he had weaved of being a rich business man who influenced and controlled a large portion, if not the entire world had all been stomped on and flung into the darkness. He had been left with nothing.
“Father If x+(61+53)=…Alex don’t hit me! He just hit me!” Lydia called from the table on top of which she was doing her work. The twins were only 7 years old but doing the work of an average teen. Both were potential geniuses but still had the childlike minds, which was one thing Artemis was glad of. His children, no matter how smart they were would never be made fun of, never be jeered at and called abnormal like he was.
No one would point or drag their kids away from the Fowl children. They didn’t share his love of suits; neither did they find it a need to talk formally and properly at all times. They might’ve been more intelligent then most of the kids their age put together but they had no problem mixing, playing and talking to others. They weren’t abnormal.
“Artemis, Butler and Juliet are on their way. Can you give me a hand with these potatoes? I’ll always prefer take-out.” Holly shook a fist at the offending vegetables. Artemis smiled at his wife; she was one in a million. He strode over, picked up the peeler with the air of an expert, which he was now after 8 years of practise. One other thing he was grateful for, his amazing wife. Fast, witty with amazing courage. She was one to die for, one of those in his life that held him in his most darkest times and whispered sweet words into his ears. She had always stood by him and been his comrade in his many adventures.
His failure of building the foundations for the castles he built in the air had been his success for life. He had everything, he had a loving family, friends who were loyal and caring and he was finally living an honest life. A life that wasn’t filled with the overwhelming suffocation that came from greed, hunger, lies and betrayals.
His dreams may have shattered and fallen but who was stopping him from weaving new ones?
Artemis pricked himself with the peeler.
He was stopping himself. He was the barricade. He could weave new dreams that included his family and friends, ones that didn’t include lies or caused pains to others.
He would dream of peace and tranquillity. Of life without hardship and suffering and he would make it a reality, he would prepare the foundation as soon as possible and build it so strong that nothing would ever break it down.