Entry 09 - March 8th, 2014
The smallest span between breaths...or the short story yet to be
To be a dream...
The first waking
moment is always the most alarming...It's that moment when you're most unsure
if your surroundings are still part of some fantastical dream or terrifying
nightmare....or the real world you know. But what if our whole life is someone
else's dream? What if we spend all of our days chasing fleeting things that
don't satisfy and only leave us desperate for one moment of contentment...a
real sense of being loved? I think there are a lot of people out there living
their lives in a dream world that they did not create nor did they ask for and
yet there they are...shuffling along to the beat of some distant drum that
keeps them in time with whatever seems to be popular at the moment.
We are all born
into this world with nothing...no possessions, no name, no previous
experiences....and yet somehow we know that what we see around us doesn't seem
to be all there is to the world. Over time some people numb this inside of
themselves until it's nothing but a dim ember barely burning as a thought. The
thought doesn't go away though, no matter how much we would like it to just
disappear and allow us to live this self-absorbed existence. It grows and
branches out into our thoughts until it can no longer be ignored or suppressed.
It whispers to us in the moments when we let ourselves stop running after
trivial things..."there is a world that you are missing"..."you
are loved more than you realize"...."wake up o sleeper"...and
these whispers can become haunting the longer we try to ignore them.
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