Dreams made of Glass

time that you spend relaxing and doing things that you enjoy rather than time spent doing things for other people
"Like most parents with young children, I don’t get much me time."

As much as I feel that we all need our "Me Time" when facing difficult times, I think it is an awful waste of precious minutes and seconds. Think of the times you tell yourself, "ok I need a few days to recover from this wreck". So why give yourself a timeline to that wreck and subject yourself to further damage?

Here it is, a wreck, a broken glass shattered across the floor, instead of telling yourself, "let me take one day to clear this up", doesn't it make more sense to "I'm gonna pick them all up right away" so that you can spend the rest of your time( / life) doing something more useful.

We are adaptable creatures, we evolved through conditions in history you can only imagine, we evolved through wars and disasters, years of industrial pollution and media bombardment, viruses that threaten to wipe us off the surface of this planet. We are made to last, and so, it is a choice to live on and believe in that dream, that dream of a future. 


There is nothing wrong with dreaming, because only with dreams, we are able to fly, are are able to scour the deepest oceans and explore the vast universe. With dreams, we silence the critics, we achieve the things they say is impossible.

Find yourself, and come tell me, have you been dreaming.

The day that turned grey

Imagine the day your world went silent, the jet plane that flew overhead is nothing but a quiet speck in the universe. The day you felt nothing, taste nothing and all you senses go numb. I call this day, the day that turned grey. I was on my scooter as usual on my way off to work, the sky was grey, I saw a plane, it moved slowly across the sky, it was quiet, a shocking silence. I look back onto the road and everything was back in motion, and then I glance back up again...the silence sets in.

Where was I? The questions we ask our maker flooded my thoughts. What was I doing with whatever I have left?

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I told myself I have to remember this day, because the helplessness and the doubts that came with the silence is something worth pondering on. I needed to answer those questions.

Where are you heading? : To work, and I am not happy with work, in fact, I am angry, I am angry that the system of work favours the parasites, it drives competition among colleagues who have the humblest intentions, to do their best, yet it makes people turn against each other and also themselves. People lose themselves because in this world, the society doesn't like us to be ourselves, so through education, they mould us, they take our souls away and replace us with a parasite. A parasite so strong, it works you to your death. 


Can you do better? : What the hell are you talking about, of course I can, I need to, I have to find a system where everyone wins, you reap the fruit of your labour and all is in your control, not in the organization, not in the society, not in the financial climate. Not only I can do better, I want everyone to do better.


What are you going to do about it? : I'll find the vaccine, I'll purge this parasite and I will succeed. Lord help me. Help me see, help me feel.