Eyes open

Dreaming with my eyes open is what I do lately. I find myself caught in a river of thoughts. It takes me places I’ve never been with incredible speed. I have no time to make sense of the first scene and I’ve already moved on.

My mind records glimpses of the places I pass by. In moments of peace I try sorting everything out. It is a difficult task.

For a long time, I believed I know who I am, but I am now starting to understand I know nothing. I am the stranger looking back from the mirror. It scares me.

What am I to do? If I keep to the same path I am bound to turn into one of the billions of beings waking up each morning without purpose or direction.  I must not let that happen. I can’t let that happen.

My silent shouts can’t be heard by anyone. No one is coming to rescue me. I must work with what I know and make sense of the rest. This is the only logical way of acting I see. 

What do I know? What can I use? I know I treasure love. Love for my wife, love for my family, love for people. But I can’t use love, I can only give it. I’m going to do that for as long as I can.

I know I want to learn as much as I can and get better each day and help anyone do the same. I want to bring to light the real values in the world, love, honor, courage, truth. The way to do that is simple, but not easy. I must embody these values and hope they pass from one man to another.

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Ciprian A.

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