Can we recognise
happiness when it knocks our door? Or is it such an intense feeling
we can not control? How bad can a good dream be? And I'm not talking
about the stories our unconscious state of mind makes up while we are
sleeping. No. I'm talking about our desires, the wishes we make when
we blow the candles of a thousand birthday cakes. Desires that turn
into idealized dreams that cut the rope between success and misery.
The human ambition is endlessly full-filling, some of us always want
more. And it's not this “more” that will stop us.
I was a floating feather
carrying the weight of a hundred worlds upon my shoulders. I was a
timeless paradox, a complete mess. Have I been found? Am I lost
forever? Two questions permanently written inside my brain. I
didn't know if it was happiness what I was feeling, if there was so
much love in my life that I couldn't handle it, or if I was broken
forever, incapable of recognising one single good emotion. And what
drives me mad is this unknown sensation of blurry emptiness. I don't
know if I have all I wanted, all I was begging for. I don't know if
I'm an angel flying in a heavenly dream or I'm eaten by the demons in
this ordinary nightmare.
The fight of two opposite
concepts killing time inside a forest of doubts.
Black and white. Day and
night. Warm and frozen.
Life is a world where
dreams can become nightmares if treated with simplicity. We have to
be aware of what we are seeking for, because if we play with life, in
the end it will play with us as well.
The abstraction of this
essay can be applied in material concepts, all in itself has an
opposite term, a contradiction.