A Perfect Life in Ecco Domani

As my conscious mind drifts back through my life over the waves, two (or more) separate stories took (are taking) place, and multiple threads of plots cosmically weave, and unfold in my minds eye. I see the apexes of perfection, and journey’s through Mordor, and other caverns of monsters between the mountain tops. I have had multiple perfect lives, and loves. This morning in my waking dream, I saw one peak in particular. It was the moment I was planning to have a family that never happened. I was in peak yoga shape. I imagined having a yoga family. I would travel around the world, and find a princess, and we would eventually come home to my Organic Farm, and spend our time growing mushrooms, reading great literature, kayaking, beach surf trips, yoga in the sun, and we would be happy.

My life has been a series of balancing two realities. When I was younger, I created imaginary fantasy story lines to cope with the non-sense. My life has been an amazing journey like that of Marco Polo. It has been a series of hard-work, dedication, practice, study, fun, and adventure. I build something beautiful. I invented the perfect daily routine consisting of the perfect diet, exercise. A perfect life; sublime tranquility. And like a phoenix spreading it’s wings to fly, I am shot down out of the sky, or stabbed in the back before battle, or sabotaged before review. An invisible hand appears out of somewhere unknown, and my perfect reality is ripped out of existence. I am shoved from the apex of a beautiful mountain top into an abyss of monsters, and darkness.