Our dream
from yesterday of our life tomorrow, for today the breeze, no matter how
gentle, sets our sail and the dream is lost. Not lost to us completely, as the
dream fades it lingers long enough for comparison. The reality and the wispy
image never match, but despite our sadness we are glad the dawning day veers
from the vividly fragile dream. Tomorrow will assault us, as it should, with
the world. If my dream beckoned to me as I step out my door in the morning the
fear would grip me like nothing before. To be enveloped by your own creation,
to be whisked to a life you’ve already ordered would be a box of haunting
delight. It would be a fate worse than Buddha’s Wheel, for you would know what
comes after before. The dream delights us, but the world surprises, and as God
will tell you the unknown is far more worthy of devotion than the
predetermined. So dream your dream and I will dream mine, but when I wake I’ll
leave it on the pillow and live tomorrow with all the wonder and reverence due.
Author's Note:
I don't know where the fuck this came from, but there it was a couple nights ago. Over the years I've written a few... whatever this is above. It started with the title line and ran from there for about five minutes. It's like a thought is all I can call it.
Anyways nothing has been going up on here recently save for the Line O' the Day, so I figured why the hell not. Trying to work on a farm story or two for the next couple weeks, we'll see.
