Excellent prose on the theme of dreams 1
The autumn rain exudes a faint atmosphere of sadness, the delicate wind soothes the almost numb soul, and memories quietly immerse in the moonlit night sky Dreamland.
Looking back at the past, bits and pieces fall into my heart. There was no need to linger or wait for yesterday, it just left and never came back. If he doesn’t return, why wait, just to mourn for the inability to let go and the broken dream.
If there was an ant crawling on the table, you would kill it easily. Looking at that lonely figure, I suddenly felt a sense of regret. Maybe he still has dreams that have not yet been realized, maybe his family is still worried, maybe... there are too many possibilities, but I crushed them with my hands. There are so many things that can change in the blink of an eye. Life is always so cruel, and every dream falls to the ground silently.
Too many expectations are weighing on us, and we carry them on the road like this. We should be able to let go, but we are not willing to just grind their expectations into dust. Standing on the contradictory road, I wandered in place, but it was already getting late, so I should continue to carry these things on my back and embark on this road of no return, and dreams may be so heavy that they cannot spread their wings.
Looking up at the stars, my eyes are flowing, and the world is in my mind; looking down, I am laughing at myself, and my soul is haunted by dreams. At this moment, the clouds are misty. It is often said that the stubbornness of keeping is the calmness of leaving. But being stubborn doesn't mean you can be rewarded, and being calm doesn't mean you can succeed. But after all, if you don't try, there will be no way out, you will just stay in a dead end and worry about yourself. Perhaps, the dream is to rely on persistence and calmness to take you through the clouds in the sky.
We once had dreams, we once pursued dreams, but in the end, what was more was just... the lost youth, the burning joy, the lost sadness, and finally the colors fell into pieces. I don’t ask to persevere until the end, but I hope I can wait for the longest and hold on to my dreams so that I won’t be captured by life.
It is said that people without goals are terrible because they have lost the motivation to move forward. And those who have no dreams may only lack the excitement of the past; or at most, it will become a lifelong regret. Regardless of whether you have achieved it or not, as long as you have pursued it and worked hard, the feeling of satisfaction will be with you forever. Excellent essays on dreams 2
In this materialistic world, people's lives are becoming more and more colorful, but in my opinion, they have abandoned the most precious wealth in their lives.
In today's society, with the busy world and impetuous people, it is not easy not to follow the crowd, and there are even fewer people who can persist in themselves. People have become accustomed to the fast pace of life, but little do they know that they have begun to lose themselves and cannot see the true nature of life. They went further and further, and it was not until the middle and later stages of their lives that they discovered that their lives had been inactive. Apart from work, their exploration of the essence of life had stopped early. They don't understand the essence of life and don't know why they live in this world. They are sad.
The blue sky, clear river water, quiet late autumn, leisurely life, and clear state of mind of the past are about to disappear. People are numb and self-righteous, and the peace that belongs to them in their hearts can no longer be found...
However, the reality is like this, and no one can change it. I have also experienced the hesitation of being threatened by reality, and being overwhelmed by life, but there is still a spark swimming in the depths of my gradually frozen heart, and I still have a longing for life and a reverence for life. I roared unwillingly, trying to challenge the world. The reality is often sad. After being bruised and bruised, I had no choice but to seek temporary survival. But every night I tossed and turned, in the dreams I entered while half awake and half asleep, I will go to a heaven, a kingdom full of innocence and without a trace of impurity. There, I could travel around to my heart's content, relax my tense nerves, and wash away the dirt all over my body. My life was reborn in a country full of Zen and poetry, in a real and beautiful world. I have confidence in life again and the pursuit of the origin of life.
So I returned to the world again.
My eyes are still full of chaos and confusion...
Facing this world with a bit of emptiness in its glitz, I once again fell into silence... Could it be that this is just absurd and bizarre after all? dream? I screamed heartbreakingly in my heart. I once had courage, but I encountered obstacles and setbacks time and time again. I rekindled my confidence time and time again. I slowed down in the midst of self-denial and affirmation. My passion cooled down minute by minute, leaving me covered with bruises. Is this the real world? I had to live in my fragile dream. In the paradise of heaven, cultivate your incomplete soul.
Face the world quietly with the deepest loneliness.
If the sky is dark, then survive in the dark; if making a sound is dangerous, then remain silent; if you feel unable to shine, then crouch in a corner. But don’t defend darkness when you get used to it, and don’t be proud of your own complacency.
My heart is not dead yet, I am still praying silently, I will still maintain respect for the world, and still have a kind heart, because this is who I am.
Still looking forward to the day when a soul who is also tortured by reality will live in heaven. I think maybe we can take off the mask of disguise and have a spiritual communication.
We can be humble as dust, but not twisted like maggots.
I will find the lost things again. Don’t be afraid, the sun will rise as usual tomorrow...