I have some dreams but I can’t make them a reality. The death of some dreams
Do you like reality or would you like to create your own world?
Actually reality is mixed with dreams, illusions and myths.
Create my own world. I read a lot of fiction books because I wish I could go into a crazy adventurous world instead of a world full of boring problems with no solution and stress and loneliness and depression.
I don’t know. That’s hard to envision. Everything I come up with sounds. . . ridiculous.
I don’t know. Very few humans, radically redesigned to eliminate ego as we know it today. A sense of connectedness to nature because it is important to everyone. A limit on population, because people value peace and quiet.
Lots of water. Warm, comfortable temperatures. Snow occasionally, and everyone has time to just enjoy it. No need for money, we live off the land. Just a lot of ridiculous peace and love hippy stuff, I suppose. No need for religion, no search for god, just acceptance of who we are. Kind of like the way puppies and cockroaches think – they just exist without all the fuss we insist on creating.
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Create my own world. I read a lot of fiction books because I wish I could go into a crazy adventurous world instead of a world full of boring problems with no solution and stress and loneliness and depression.
Where do I sign up to create my own world? Name your price, I’ll pay it. 😉
You might loose your mind in the process, this might be a price
What would your world be like/look like?
I don’t know. That’s hard to envision. Everything I come up with sounds. . . ridiculous.
I don’t know. Very few humans, radically redesigned to eliminate ego as we know it today. A sense of connectedness to nature because it is important to everyone. A limit on population, because people value peace and quiet.
Lots of water. Warm, comfortable temperatures. Snow occasionally, and everyone has time to just enjoy it. No need for money, we live off the land. Just a lot of ridiculous peace and love hippy stuff, I suppose. No need for religion, no search for god, just acceptance of who we are. Kind of like the way puppies and cockroaches think – they just exist without all the fuss we insist on creating.
Oh well. It’s half lost right now, might as well lose the rest of it.