The brush of your steps.

As I was growing up I learned many things, but one thing very well. I learned that everyone has a set of unique beliefs and that many of us hold those beliefs firmly over the course of our lives. We all believe in some idea, a monotheistic, polytheistic, or atheistic religion, a set of moral rules that you have developed over the years, a core set of family values, we all have some type of rules we live by. We all have this unique foundation. I found the selection of this foundation, be it a religion or otherwise, to be something that I would spend the rest of my life deciding. It made no sense to pick a belief without thoroughly understanding who I was first and that task alone would be a hefty schedule to do within a single lifetime. I realized that many people claim the choice of this foundation is the key to finding oneself so I would definitely not neglect opening myself up to the understanding of these ideas, but identifying myself as part of an entity before fully u...

I love every phrase and mention that makes me rush to the door That makes me remember That bugs my true intention Staying indoor within the comfort zone, That was the failed attempt at living. But in her old age she absorbed the day And in my headaches, I wandered astray. She had wheeled over with courage, Realizing that every day was for living, and yet I stared into the distance, for I was merely breathing. She was witnessing a masterpiece, The Picasso that never left, Until we traded seeing for flashes, And deteriorated the masses. Some would even wonder its meaning, Wonder the worth of leaving the warmth, Of moving, of standing up and perhaps, Just maybe, of walking outside. The beating heart was defeated, It was beaten to no meaning, It no longer felt because you, You had stopped living. A keystroke away, Lay worlds to explore, Fascinated we ventured Like puppets, into its store. The very day in which you gave in, The day in which you were cons...

This post was inspired from reading Ang Lee's essay (translated thanks to Irene Shish here ) and Irene's other post on dreams. I actually found both of those links from a question asked on Quora that had a number of incredible answers, feel free to check that out here . You stretch out your body and jump, reaching as far as you can but that dream you jumped for floats away. You begin to fall deep into the abyss, zooming farther and farther away. You're in tears because you were so close and now you've gone past ground zero. Your dream is nowhere to be found. Gravity is omnipresent, you will fall. You will hit the ground because you've failed. You have not been successful at making that dream come true. Then you backtrack. You rewind to the moment when you were in thin air and your body was fully stretched reaching for that thing you love so much and that's when you realize... you're the one telling the story, you're the one making your dreams. Sudde...