For some reason or another, I don’t have dreams. Maybe I just never remember them, maybe in the past I haven’t had room in my brain for dreams, or maybe I just don’t have them. I guess it doesn’t really matter why.
But lately I’ve been seeing my life as if it were a dream. Everything seems nostalgic, and sometimes I even stop and picture what is in front of me as if it were in a sepia toned photograph in a slideshow at my funeral. As weird as that may sound, my inexperienced dream interpretation skills are telling me that maybe this dreamlike significance is simply signaling the significance of my daily life right now.
Though I am absolutely happy in this daily life, it sort of seems like I am going backwards on my previously perceived “scale of significance”, even though I’m simply seeing a few things come full circle, which note: is not the same as backwards.
Maybe you can call it prioritizing, maybe you can call it a reality check, or maybe its just slacking… but I’m realizing that the things I truly care about now, are different than before.
This change, as I slowly recognize its existence, feels so real that I don’t even have the desire to fully explain it. Its here, its happened, and words won’t do it justice. So, bear with me, and trust me.
There are many quotes similar to “live each day to its fullest”. I used to think that packing my days absolutely full was the equivalent of “fullest”. But living here, having time to fully share myself with my friends and family here has, once again, altered the metrics of this scale.
Several times a day, I stop and absorb my ambiente, and I see it as if it were a dream, as if I’m watching a movie, the kind that makes you smile without knowing it.
I guess you could say that I’m living my dreams.
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