the dream of my life
the dream of my life
I continue to have this dream where an older woman needs to deliver a time-sensitive message. In a great hurry, full of urgency, she informs me that this life is going by quickly. “Quick!” she exclaims. She holds my hand and I look down at hers. It is worn and wrinkled.
She then plays a film on a projector. The light flashes and the movie rolls. I am the actor and the witness. It is my life from start to finish. It begins and ends in the fastest second I have ever felt.
I awaken, eyes-wide-open, to my one and only life.
So I question, “Am I living the dream of my life?”.
And I counter, “If I am not living the dream of my life then what am I living?”.
One must be readily available to readjust their sails if one is to arrive in the dream of their life. When the intuition says reconsider this, stop this, leave this, go toward this, inward now, then one must pay close attention to these directions. And one must also be prepared, at all times, to care intensely for their being. This means acting immediately when it is necessary. This means seizing the moment like it’s the only one you’re ever going to get.
Days are disappearing on this little island and I am contemplating the dream of my life. Mostly, what that feels like. I am here and I am also there — stretching my imagination far and wide.
Sensing: so this is what intense love feels like and this is what intense laughter sounds like and this is me projecting myself into it all.