reminiscence

an overwhelming wave of nostalgia often washes over me as i reach an end. the conclusion of a season or year. when time spent with loved ones begins to wind down. the finish of a day, a week a month. reflection following these ends is, more often than not, filled with the sorrow and regret that i did not make anything more of the time than i did.

but i have come to terms that this feeling is inevitable, it has always come and will continue to do so forever more.

but more than that, i have also come to know that another emotion that always accompanies my nostalgia: hope. it is the guiding light that leads me through the darkness of my remorse to the new dawn. a brand new day awaits following every night filled with grief. a chance to do better and realize the dreams you dreamed the sleep before.

wake

there are dreams that cannot be forgotten.

these shades of a life we could have. that we might have had. we witness these incredible visions of things that have not come to pass, things that could seem only to exist in an idyllic reality. but in the moment, it feels possible. it feels real.

our dreams make us happy, happier than we could think to be in the waking present. the euphoria they have the ability to create is unparalleled. but when we awake, our worlds collide and the illusions are shattered.

but the unravelling of our dreams to separate them from reality is necessary to test their strength. to root out the weak and demonstrate which ones have a will to survive. which ones have the ardor and power to enter the world of reality.

they leave their mark, willing themselves into our conscoiusness. there they burrow, creating a longing, a hollow within our souls. but the emptiness is a wound that can only be healed by that which caused it: the dream. and when it is filled, we are whole again.

our dreams are what make us human. dreams give us vitality. dreams give us hope.

dreams are the chance to make our deepest desires come to pass.

i dream to be woken up.