Dear universe,
I think in a past life I use to be a tree. I ve been feeling strangely attracted to trees, envious of their security. I taste freedom in my mouth when I watch them dancing in the breeze, lost in their fluidity. The wind becomes a lullaby and serenity my anchor. The sun peeks through the branches, showing off a network of connections between the limbs and several questions came to mind. What if life is a cultivated sequence of moments that remind us who we were? What if the subliminal messages we receive through out the day is from ourselves? What if Deja vu and those personal familiar moments we keep quiet are the breadcrumbs of our existence? The idea is usually rejected because if that were the case, we would all be living our ideal lives but what if we had access to our entire life, the whole puzzle? Every single piece belonged to another, aware that every single moment mattered on a broader scale. What if we were a witness to every moment and event that made us exactly as we are? I don’t think our choices would be the same but the outcomes would remain. We all fear, crave, and hide from the same exact thing, unconditional love. I use to think that time was a gift from God, so fascinated with us, he created a way to see us over and over again. After all repetition is love. A loop hole to infinite chances at what we all crave the most. The more I fall for myself, the more I wouldn’t mind having a front row seat to the romantic thriller that is my life or is it lives? What if the voice I hear in my dreams is mine? What if everything happens for a reason because we made sure of it????
Yours truly,
Sharon Dunn
Journalistic Writing
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This sounds to me a little like metaphysical solipsism, which maintains that the self is the only existing reality, and everything else, including the external world and other persons, are representations of that self. That’s not to say that’s where you’re going, but this post leans that way, a bit!
You were an inspiration today thanks for your time and comment