Fantasy
Shouting and signing badly : Hey now Hey now Iko Iko un day while walking down Decatur street. Nothing but a good time, good people and food all around. Ever feel like nothing could bring you down or take away your moment. The party is just another Tuesday night in the quarter and people are celebrating life. I glance over and wonder how could life get better? Every problem , worry and shade of doubt melts away as I realize this is where I need to be. The flickers of glimmer from the old gas lanterns reveal a smirk on my face. This city has to be explored! There are so many alleys, corners, stores , shops and secrets hidden here. Never have I felt so drawn to a city, im in love. I think my next adventure has chosen me and who am I not to comply. The night is still young!
Reality
All I can think is how did I end up here. Walking down a random alley 4 in the morning. Every corner is lit up with a million little gas lanterns. I'm watching my steps seeing as their are about 3,000 people all crowded on this block within these quarters. Feathers are flying, peoples faces hidden behind mask, a million Daiquiri places around but none of this appeals to me. What catches my eye is the multi colored Mardi Gras beads, the trumpet players on the corner, the sweet aroma of powdered sugar from beignets and the way the old brick buildings create amazing shadows in the night. In all its mighty, mystery and partying this places is not to be mistaken as just a vacation retreat. This city can also be a jail holding people captive to their wildest desires and the link to their downfall. To me its a new adventure, a chance on reinvention, a vehicle to ministry, opportunity to grow, start a new chapter as a grad student and to perfect my craft by reaching some of the many broken people within this world.. Ahh, another day in the life woman who still views herself as the girl who refuses to stop dreaming. I'm just the woman behind the mask screaming : Laissez les bons temps rouler!! Baby let's let the Good times roll!!
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