It’s not that dreams are bad, they’re just not real. Not nearly as amazing as waking up.
On the one hand you have the familiar: your deep unhappiness, your pain, your familiar burdens. You’re mostly ok with that because you have dreams. Dreams of Better, More, Different, Improved.
And when you’re used to living small, you need dreams. I did. I do. But there comes a point when you need to choose the red pill. Or is it the blue one?
You choose to wake up and let your blankie go… you embrace your pain and your hurt. You don’t imagine a better future. You find your peace, your Self, in the present. Right where you’ve always been.
And maybe you’re able to face that like a warrior, like someone who remembers we’re not given more than we can handle. As long as you have you… is it (any of it) really so bad? Remember yourself? That sweet, amazing person who has been longing for your attention, possibly for years? Yeah. She’s right there. She has some things to say. And it has nothing to do with dreaming of that future achievement… and everything to do with finding happiness now. No strings attached, no future fulfillment required. Total, amazing, completeness that allows for all possibility.
Photo: Alice Popkorn
Word prompt: Dream