The smallest span between breaths…or the short story yet to be

Entry 10 – March 12th, 2017

 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.

So where do we go from here? Where do these whispers take us if we follow them just a little, to look beyond the dream that we’re living in?

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