(photo by Garima)
Dream or reality
What are the dreams in people's lives, if not the retaining walls of our expectations and aspirations, the same every day to make us drag our feet one after the other in the muddy paths we travel.
Only in dreams are the food of our hearts, undaunted that beats stubborn, providing the lifeblood to our body shake cowardly tangled jungle of our emotions. Each of us, in fact, is immersed in water sometimes clear, sometimes putrid, these imaginary pictures of what should be our life. And just as awareness, we realize that this life of ours, hardly ever goes into these idealized scenarios, but rather often present us with many scenarios, perhaps even more beautiful, but totally unimaginable in advance.
Well we get to the point of considering that the achievements are not to be important in our earthly journey, but rather the fact that we have had dreams, images, perhaps hallucinations in those few moments when we liberate the mind and heart.
After much toil, this still leaves us a little richer than they were the minute before, full of feelings and emotions, as they are fed only by the dreams and thoughts.
Heart and Soul are the pillars of our existence, objects and constructs are rather paradoxically, what is the evanescence of our lives. We are in a period when baptize and label everything that surrounds us as a virtual or real, according to our conception of how our senses present to us.
If only we pause a moment to think, we realize that nothing is more real than our own that virtual every hour, every minute weave plot after plot only with our heart. We
very real and unreal dreams of our work, we feel very unrealistic idea of \u200b\u200blove, and much more practical acquiescence of a presence at our side for fear of endless solitude. We feel very foolish
who follows the color, and very wise people who abides by the simple pull of everyday life campare.Siamo indeed all crazy, in a world of crazy, in a collective consciousness that has lost the light of reason. What we
hungry dogs fist fight each other, looking for a bite that can afford only to arrive in the evening still alive .... Or rather, for what we believe is to live.
This is what we see engaged in a second of Universal Time, dust compared with the enormity of being immeasurable. Commitments and engaged in something that makes no sense, and it does not matter, and most importantly is a waste of this inhuman short period of time we call all "life" without any way to know what this word should mean.
seem to consider love, and depression, but just want to be an invitation to consider instead a glimmer of light that could really give us a breath of vita.Quell 'last breath that remains in us and will remain after us, being in this Ultimately what matters. Allow the breath of life as we passed.
I wanted to see, I figured, I even rocked the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing what rice is, and it was after bello.Il has always been different, far away, changed, but it does not matter, because at the moment of being alive is the dream ' only thing that matters in our lives. This always understand it when we meet another person, another being, another heart. We understand both and both will remain with this inner breath. And for this I thank my heart always met, which will remain as a light in me. What will be, in spite of all that surrounds it seriously and we continue undeterred to call "reality" is not as important as people think.
Only in dreams are the food of our hearts, undaunted that beats stubborn, providing the lifeblood to our body shake cowardly tangled jungle of our emotions. Each of us, in fact, is immersed in water sometimes clear, sometimes putrid, these imaginary pictures of what should be our life. And just as awareness, we realize that this life of ours, hardly ever goes into these idealized scenarios, but rather often present us with many scenarios, perhaps even more beautiful, but totally unimaginable in advance.
Well we get to the point of considering that the achievements are not to be important in our earthly journey, but rather the fact that we have had dreams, images, perhaps hallucinations in those few moments when we liberate the mind and heart.
After much toil, this still leaves us a little richer than they were the minute before, full of feelings and emotions, as they are fed only by the dreams and thoughts.
Heart and Soul are the pillars of our existence, objects and constructs are rather paradoxically, what is the evanescence of our lives. We are in a period when baptize and label everything that surrounds us as a virtual or real, according to our conception of how our senses present to us.
If only we pause a moment to think, we realize that nothing is more real than our own that virtual every hour, every minute weave plot after plot only with our heart. We
very real and unreal dreams of our work, we feel very unrealistic idea of \u200b\u200blove, and much more practical acquiescence of a presence at our side for fear of endless solitude. We feel very foolish
who follows the color, and very wise people who abides by the simple pull of everyday life campare.Siamo indeed all crazy, in a world of crazy, in a collective consciousness that has lost the light of reason. What we
hungry dogs fist fight each other, looking for a bite that can afford only to arrive in the evening still alive .... Or rather, for what we believe is to live.
This is what we see engaged in a second of Universal Time, dust compared with the enormity of being immeasurable. Commitments and engaged in something that makes no sense, and it does not matter, and most importantly is a waste of this inhuman short period of time we call all "life" without any way to know what this word should mean.
seem to consider love, and depression, but just want to be an invitation to consider instead a glimmer of light that could really give us a breath of vita.Quell 'last breath that remains in us and will remain after us, being in this Ultimately what matters. Allow the breath of life as we passed.
I wanted to see, I figured, I even rocked the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing what rice is, and it was after bello.Il has always been different, far away, changed, but it does not matter, because at the moment of being alive is the dream ' only thing that matters in our lives. This always understand it when we meet another person, another being, another heart. We understand both and both will remain with this inner breath. And for this I thank my heart always met, which will remain as a light in me. What will be, in spite of all that surrounds it seriously and we continue undeterred to call "reality" is not as important as people think.
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