Have you ever tried to think about the majesty of that portal - the one you have in your mind - that keeps you striving and thriving?
It is the anticipation for a better tomorrow, a voice echoing in your ears: “Just one last push,” when you are about to succumb.
It’s your lucid dream; a world of your own creation, exquisitely tailored to you.
As astronomers look up to the sky to observe celestial phenomena and discover new stars,
You dive into your portal when reality is just not enough for you,
When it’s not quenching your thirst.
You see things so vividly that it makes your heart beat as if with the pretense of escaping your chest. You smile and feel a zephyr untainting your soul, refreshing your being.
Being loved back, or restoring old love, living a bohemian week in Paris, or a gypsy dance in Colombia.
Or maybe fighting for a noble cause.
The thing is, everybody has his or her own list of things. And although the portal never carries a promise, you are reaching out
and in this simple quest lies your life
Some of the things turn into reality, others won’t
and in this simple fact lies a great wisdom.