rebirth

  When we were kids we were filled with ideas about a perfect world. We had dreams, hope and faith to support our enthusiasm.  Enough to sail us through childhood. We had the imagination to create and dwell in our new imaginary world, which changed every day based on environmental influences. We dreamt of what adulthood would be like. Unlimited freedom to fulfil deep desires. Growing up was more about being able to live our imaginary life than about the affordability aspect of it. It was about “what “we wanted and not about “how” we got it. Logic wasn’t a tool used while dreaming up a future. We absorbed the world around us and responded to it with innocence and trust, reciprocating the data with visions, imaginations and dreams for the future. We knew, that if anything were to go wrong, there’ll always be someone having our backs. As kids, this knowledge gave us the confidence to attempt at winning, or trying and failing at something. The energy to “try” came from the faith w

    We spend a huge portion of our lives, in perfecting a system, in hope of it helping us maximize the returns from our Earth bound experience. We create routines and a sense of paper perfect, in hope of experiencing all the good stuff, life can possibly offer. We want to do more, think more, travel more, to "feel" alive. I think we have enough feelings even without the stimuli. This body, we lovingly abuse.  Taking for granted its every function and use. Not thinking for a second about what’s holding it all together. Our “will power” is tested daily as the number of man-made beautiful objects increase their visibility, through mass advertising on social media. Our "attention" is all over the place with no realistic believable future to pin hopes on. The mind doesn't remain focused long enough to gather enough energy to finish crafting a dream worth living. Have we lost our ability to connect, to be within and happy with oneself?  Is friendship