I woke up suddenly as if from a dream of the ages. I rubbed my eyes lightly as my vision adjusted to the shimmering glow that surrounded me. I stood up quietly brushing myself of the clinging debris, and I began my walk through the forest. The light that shone through the canopy reminded me of a past forgotten and a life left in bitter retrospect.
Could the path that stood before me be reality at its best? Was the hand of fate guiding me to a conclusion I was yet to truly unravel?
I pondered haplessly as I dropped to my knees and soon curled up like a newborn infant into an insignficant ball and watched as the lush green surrounding me seemed to swirl before my eyes. Then it struck me odd that though the sun shone brightly through the crisp air, and the mist of dew was heavy; there was not a single sound ...view middle of the document...
I pondered on the absurdity of the situation as I shook my head only to find myself gazing into a mirror that reflected a light from inside, and as I watched the reflection, it was only a shadow image of myself. The silhouette moved silently in unison as I reached out towards the glass. As my fingers touched the glass, I felt nothing and watched, as the mirror rippled from where I had touched it and observed as the ripples edged out towards the frame. My shadow silhouette looked distorted as I watched in wonder and awe.
Where was I? Was I dead? The waters surrounding me gave me the oddest sense of calm. I had never felt so relaxed in all my life. I was breathing even though the rush of water could be felt over me as I floated up towards the surface. I watched the water part in front of me as the surface never came. I found myself floating endlessly towards the light. If only I could be like this forever, then there would never have to be a when or why. There would only be a constant calm. I could get use to this. I began to fall asleep. I dreamed within a dream within a dream.
Amazing how but in a blink of an eye the universe seems so insignificant. Everything that you ever worried about seems so trivial. All that you are seems to amount to nothing.
Yet, you do exist, and to exist means to always wonder about what will happen next year, next month, in the next five minutes. To exist means to accept that your existence makes a difference no matter how insignificant. The smallest stone causes a ripple in the water, and these ripples reach outwards affecting everything that it touches in one way or another.
I found myself in the forest once again. I sat there smiling up at the canopy above me. I watched as the forest came to life around me. I lay down quietly and set my head in the soft clover. This time when I awaken. Things would be different. Or would they?