Where did the dreams we once had go to?
Where did innocence, madness, and recklessness disappear to?
Where did time vanish to?
I dream of happiness, I dream of stopping time, I dream of slowing it down and catching it.
I dream of going back and (not) making the mistakes I once made.
I dream of regaining innocence, of losing fear. I dream of returning to spontaneity and forgetting prudence.
Reviewing the list of my dreams, I realize how happy I was and I am, despite things not unfolding as imagined.
There is a nostalgia about the past, about the innocence I had 20 years ago, when I believe everything was possible.
What do dreams smell like?
Some time ago, my dreams were superficial; over the years, I eliminate what’s unnecessary and distance myself from the herd, I stop worrying about fitting in.
As I eliminate superficial dreams, I stop caring what others think of me.
I no longer seek to fit in, I no longer seek to be like others, I only seek to be myself, I return to my essence.
I peel away the superficial layer of my dreams to fit in, to be accepted in society. I begin to listen for a voice that is deep within me and start doing what I really want without trying to prove anything to anyone, without wanting to fit in where I don’t belong, and I begin to be free, just as everything falls into place.