A Dream
I had a dream that felt more real than waking life. The protagonist was a man of action whom many relied on. He ran around the town facing friends and foes alike. Their lives were worlds apart, each dripping of texture, colors, and meaning.
There were actors, artists, merchants, teachers, cooks, and entrepreneurs. There were also criminals, terrorists, and people just trying to survive while deperately protecting their own way of life.
Even as I experienced these things, I felt compelled to note them down so I wouldn't forget. It was a special feeling, the kind whose memory beckons a lifelong pursuit, which forever leaves you feeling incomplete without carrying it in your heart.
Yet, once I fully awoken, it just slipped through my fingers, like a melting, sparkling, colorful, and mysterious goo. Never to take shape again, leaving behind a stubborn surface layer that refuses to wash away as a reminder of its glory.
How much longer can I bear to distract myself from this feeling? There's a vision for my life that haunts me with every breathe. It's a life full of deep, rich, and blissful meaning. One fueled by passion, love, and wonder, where no difficulty is too great.
There, I get to play God by myself as I breathe entire worlds into existence. Free to laugh, cry, fight, die, and rebirth to my heart's content. I found a piece of it in this dream.
I fear that I can no longer go on without it. I fear that I never could. Or perhaps, I fear the dream itself the most? Why else would I delay the beginning of that great adventure?
An adventure of a lifetime. A reason to stay alive. Nothing else in this world comes close.
Nowhere else, that I'd rather be.
Whatever I'm afraid of, I won't find it here. Some things are worth dying for. Love, a place to belong in this world, people and places that treat you well. A proud legacy, a worthy impact, and earning a lasting sense of security.
Wars are fought for peace on Earth. Farmers die to feed the world. But life? Life is far worse than death. And this is something worth living for.
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