This is as cliché a title as possible. Still, I have a habit of using such titles, like ‘A Love Story’ or ‘Old/New Love Story.’ I don’t want to force myself to create something that doesn’t move me. Everything I write is inspired by emotion. My titles may be repetitive, but at least I am honest with myself. This is who I am: hopeful and full of endless dreams.
I once read that when we want something but don’t achieve it, it’s the universe’s way of telling us we don’t deserve it—maybe because of past karma or something else. That made me reflect on all the dreams I’ve had since childhood that I haven’t achieved. Is it because I don’t deserve them, or am I asking for the wrong things? Or perhaps I’m not consistent or disciplined enough to reach those dreams. Maybe the timing just isn’t right. I’m not sure. What I do know is that I have countless dreams, each carefully stored in the library of the almost-awake. Every night, I visit this library and pick a dream to think about. Sometimes, I come up with new ideas for how to make them real. Other times, I end up thinking about something completely different and, in a strange way, get closer to another dream I’d forgotten. To be clear, I have achieved some dreams—this blog is one of them. Below is a short poem, just because.
Life is too short to spend time editing to get it right. I would rather just write.
I closed my eyes to the world once again
Revealing a world
Unedited
Unspoken
Underachieved.
I closed my eyes
To lay the mind at rest
Gently reminding myself why I try every day.
I closed my eyes
To hold on to a feeling
Smiling at the kiss my older one planted on my head.
I closed my eyes
To let go of what wasn’t mine to fix
Trying to uncoil the tangles of the past.
I closed my eyes
Picking a random dream
Weaving it into one, I achieve
Some day.
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