I had a very very nice dream last night. It was a bit strange, but I remember sitting down and composing a piece of music, and then being able to hear it actually played. I remember feeling absolute joy when I heard it, as if it was the most perfect thing I had ever heard.
However, I cannot for the life of me, remember how it went. I’ve been trying and trying to remember all day, and it eludes me.
That is very maddening.
Have you ever read something that tore your heart out, that changed your view of the world, your desires, and cut away something you held dear?
Have you ever thought that everything was going to be OK until that moment where your wishes tumbled around you and you clung to some sort of irrational idea that what you saw was not true and you can grasped at the hope that what was true only moments before still held integrity?
Have you then tried to settle for something less than ideal because of the belief that perfection is only an illusion?
And then have the realization that the very thing you settled for was something you could never accept, no matter how much you wanted to?
It is said that perfection is non-existant, yet can happiness truly come through a compromise of your beliefs?
The tears for the time that was lost is too real, but the motivation to correct past mistakes is fleeting.
Only strength of character could get someone through this. How strong am I?
