You’re happy with your life? Good! Now make a small effort, and imagine something:
The life you live it’s a lie, it’s not real, it’s just a product of your own mind; The reality is that you’re sleeping, right now. Imagine that the whole planet, 7 billion people are all together, in the same room, no matter what race they are, or their age, are now, all together….
They are linked at some sophisticated machine who’s capable to create the world of our dreams, cause remember? We’re sleeping!
We failed at the most simple thing in the world…to dream. An not that sort of dreams that your subconsciousness create, the one that we want to creates.
So…we have a world that degrades everyday, full of hate, wars and ambitions, full of pain, where the most powerful wins and the kind one loses because he’s a dreamer, a real dreamer, who’s following his heart and stuff.
We’ve created this world, those buildings, and the most expensive cars. We invented money to make a selection and we call it “natural selection” cause we are all hypocrites, we are equal but not at the same height. We’ve invented geniuses, we’ve invented music, feelings, laws, crimes, actors, hobbies, trees, dogs, cats, houses, countries….we invented love, hearts and brains.
Now…imagine that you’ve woken up, shook your head and started walking. You go outside and your eyes start to hurt because of the colors. The colors you think you’ve created, they exist. You see trees, a lot of green, the sky’s so blue, so beautiful. You see some birds flying up in the air, and for some seconds you wonder why in your dreams you never thought to make yourself capable of flying, like those little black dots who become so small into your eyes. Just walk slowly and try to imagine that those shoes that you’re wearing they are a little bit small and your feet starts to hurt. You can only imagine this, because you can’t feel anything.
Suddenly it starts raining, but your hair is okay, your skin is dry, your clothes are intact. Close your eyes and imagine that it’s a short, warm summer rain, when you open your eyes, in the corner of the street you see an old man, he plays the violin, and he’s smiling even if none of the people who pass by don’t stop to listen to him…he’s happy.
On another street you see some children. They’re so young, so naive, they don’t know that if they stay in the rain they could get cold. You don’t understand why they’re so happy, why they’re laughing and jumping, they’re wet and still happy.
You keep walking and your chest begins to hurt , it’s like you’re starting to feel something: fear, desire, sadness…feelings you’ve dreamt about.
But you don’t know what it really is. You just start running and running. Feel like you’re crumbling.
Then whole dream crashes down because right in the corner, in front of a flowershop, a man, around 80 years old gave to his wife a rase.. She’s smiling and he’s kissing her hand. He looked so gentle at her that you could swear that when they first met. A loving kiss on the forehead and they smiled at each other warm then they were lost on narrow street.
And now what?
You start to feel something tepid on your cheeks, and your chest begins to move faster and faster…. .you’re breathing, for the first time you feel sadness, you feel alone…for the first time you feel something…you’re alive.
You’re crying, in the middle of the street, in the warm rain, your clothes are bonded to the body, your skin is wet and you can feel your own weight, you’re a human.
Now wake up! You’re here, reading this, breathing and even crying because of what I wrote. And if it is true then I’m happy for that because crying, emotions, all make you live.
If you are still breathing it means nothing more that you have a good body, with functional organs. Having emotions makes you alive: love, hate, being hurt, sad, upset, angry. All those things are making you different from those birds that you’ve dreamed of. They have wings so they could fly away when it’s not their time but you, me, and other 6 billion people, we all have those “wings” that we can use when we feel we don’t belong somewhere or to someone. It’s called the mind and also mind has a good, strong relationship with your heart. So use it!
Love everything around you, find that one person who can make your eyes shine, who can make you talk about her with passion in your eyes. The one whose mind plays so good with yours.
And when you find that person that you can say you’re as broken as her and you feel comfortable with it then you’ve found love, and you can say that your life was worthing more than you have ever imagined or dreamed.