One of the more philsophical drabbles. Written October 31st, 2006 at 11:43 pm. I did write this. Knowing that I indeed wrote this, reviews would be very much wanted. PLEASE REVIEW
Sleep. It was one of those things you do not over analyze. Calm serenity of unconsciousness that allows you to have a sanctuary of your deepest desires. Many things in life can be a deepest desire. Achieving greatness, triumphing over enemies, and succeeding in life's ambitions. The possibilities can be endless, and everlasting, and never completely fulfilled.
But, at times… we must questions these virtues that we believe must be our desires. We would like this desires to exist, be truthful. But the definition of a dream is a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep, usually being unbelievable, and unreal, or very unlikely and unrealistic beauty. If dreams truly are "unbelievable" or "unrealistic beauty" why would we have such dreams? Dreams usually occur from things we have seen, admire, or care about. Sometimes we think they are random.
Here is where I dare you to question yourself. Are they really randomized thoughts in a cornucopia of images or desires and impossible to accomplish goals? Most of these things have to do with love. Most of the time actually. Dreams are the minds spoon range of emotion. The unconscious part of your mind that usually screams that truth, the truth of which you care for, and your virtues, through the images we process during the mindless time game we call sleep.
I have questioned myself. At least… I think I have. It is a very unsure thing questions. Many answers give birth to new questions, so that completion we strive for can never be achieved. Through these thoughts and conclusions, I give you my life. A banished prince, seeking to accomplish his goals. Soon, those dreams about goals ceased to exist, and only contained the brown and blue of the desired truth about love. Soon after, becoming wanted and a refugee from my own country, and getting secret visits from said desire. I still do not understand the visits, and why she accepted my own questions, virtues, and most importantly, me.
Questioning subjects is a habit I have picked up. An annoying persistent habit, I might add, that has gotten me into a lot of trouble. I have some confusion in understanding most of it myself… But questioning things leads to exploration, which leads to slight completion, which can ultimately lead to happiness. From my experiences that is. Through that exploration I have discovered that she loves music, dancing, waterbending, her brother, her adopted brother Aang, and children, and animals. She also enjoys board games, my uncle, and most importantly my uncle's tea.
Exploration of these factors has led me to want to learn more, have more, experience more. Exploration has led her to desire the same thing. Saying yes to me was one great answer to the exploration. Now, I have 2 loving children, a beautiful wife, and a great country with a prospering people. As I sit here with insomnia, with my wife nestled against my neck and my arm, I start to wonder, what if I didn't question sleep? What if I didn't question anything in my life. Would things still be the same? Sleep once again consuming me I forget completely about everything and enter my sanctuary. But what I see is not what I desire. What I see is what I already have.
Through this, I have learned, the fear of over analyzing things is the keep to opening doors I never had the ability to open before. The love of my desires was the will for walking through those doors…