Life is a dream. We wake from a dream to fall into another. It's alright. It's not the dream or reality that matters because all these are mere words. It's the experience that matters. I don't know why I'm writing this.
I was feeling kind of upset by brother bear's words earlier on. I am glad that Bird give me the chance to express my disappointment to brother bear so that it won't transform into anger. He is right. I didn Realise it's simply disappointment. I'm touched that Bird understand my feelings.
Well now sitting on bed after trying to find my tea candles to lit up my burner for the essential oil too soothe my mood. ( didn manage to find any) n this time I learn to let go n just sit on bed hugging My fur bear. Staring into the darkness, suddenly I'm aware of the sound of the fan, the ticking of the clock, the occasion sound of car engines and mostly sound of the night.
I kind of appreciate n love this feeling. I love how bear melts my tension. Makes me feel loving n kind. I'm taking deep breathes. The feeling of nothing matters.. Feels good.
It's all a dream. It's all stories each of us tell ourselves. All the fight for position, the seeking of recognition, the the waiting to be trusted n understood, the fight to do good for people..
All doesn't matters at this very moment. It's me and myself now.
N bear. ( who is perhaps just another projection of me in subconscious)
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