All we know is nothing more than a memory.
Each action, each thought, each spoken word is sectioned in your brain, kept for recollection at a later date.
The only part of life that is not a memory is the present, which lasts for just an instant, a flash, a blink of an eye.
Today felt ineffably strange relative to most other days, but what struck me as stranger still was later on, when I thought about what had passed over the last 24 hours.
I remembered the conversations I had had, the laughs I had heard, the sound of my feet treading on the concrete pavements; it felt like nothing more than a dream I could have dreamt whilst lying calm and still in my own bed.
Of course, the obvious distinction between dreams and reality is whether they have actually happened (whatever that means), but since both are only taken into consideration when they are in the past, it is inevitable that at one point or anther they become mixed up, and therefore, interchangeable.
And when our time comes to leave our physical entities, when we exhale that final breath, why will the difference even matter?
Everything we come across, in the dream world or the real world, will be a memory.
No matter how serious or real things can seem in the present, at this very moment, they will sooner or later be living amongst your dreams...
becoming the same - just a fragile substance of something that once was.
Each action, each thought, each spoken word is sectioned in your brain, kept for recollection at a later date.
The only part of life that is not a memory is the present, which lasts for just an instant, a flash, a blink of an eye.
Today felt ineffably strange relative to most other days, but what struck me as stranger still was later on, when I thought about what had passed over the last 24 hours.
I remembered the conversations I had had, the laughs I had heard, the sound of my feet treading on the concrete pavements; it felt like nothing more than a dream I could have dreamt whilst lying calm and still in my own bed.
Of course, the obvious distinction between dreams and reality is whether they have actually happened (whatever that means), but since both are only taken into consideration when they are in the past, it is inevitable that at one point or anther they become mixed up, and therefore, interchangeable.
And when our time comes to leave our physical entities, when we exhale that final breath, why will the difference even matter?
Everything we come across, in the dream world or the real world, will be a memory.
No matter how serious or real things can seem in the present, at this very moment, they will sooner or later be living amongst your dreams...
becoming the same - just a fragile substance of something that once was.
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