I had a dream, a long one. In it, I walked in the procession of youth, singing hymns with a... Read More
I had a dream, a long one. In it, I walked in the procession of youth, singing hymns with a smile on my face, stepping proudly. Walking and walking, with sweet happiness filling my entire brain, I even deeply believed that this was my real and blissful life, but reality allowed me to unintentionally see the Dead Sea ahead.
From then on, my steps began to become chaotic, and I even began to look back on my life. It was this once-in-a-lifetime look back that woke me up from this dream that I had been in for decades.
I curled up on the warm bed in my pajamas, looking dazed, unable to express whether I was happy or sad. Then I laughed wildly, laughing at how my life had always been absurdly self-important, and between this self-importance, there was tremendous humility. Then, I cried. I cried heartbreakingly, yet I didn't know why.
