Dream

Sometimes, I dream of going back to the 1990s.

I think the new millennium has nothing to do with the one before. It somehow feels like the world ended in 2000/2001. It’s not that I’m a plotter, against technology or digital, or a perpetual nostalgic (well, maybe the latter partly, yes). However, I feel that the more time passes, the more there is a loss of self, a depersonalization.

I listen to today’s music, and it seems flat; it doesn’t move me inside. A song of today can rarely convey to me the range of emotions of a song of the last millennium. Then, I look around, and we all dress the same. As if we are afraid of being unique. (Me included, eh).

And then I imagine and dream about this world. This more human world. Where everyone is entirely themselves. I feel that it is not too far away. I feel that we are really close to getting there.

It is as if we are at a crossroads.

Either destruction and annihilation of the self or a rebirth so frightening, so tremendous that it is like a tsunami that overwhelms everything and where each of us realizes that we are already walking in heaven.

Then I hear the little voice inside me saying:

“Be the change you want to see” or

“Why don’t you already feel that way instead of just preaching?”

And I answer myself:

“Well, because......Because...... I’m actually just looking for excuses. I don’t have anything that limits me from feeling this way every day.

Every morning I wake up, I can decide to feel this way.”

However, it feels like I’m standing in front of a ditch and not ready to jump.

Am I afraid?

Yes.

But of what?

Of the unknown. Maybe...

And you know very well yourself that if you wait for motivation to come from the outside, it will not come. And that you won’t jump.

You need that inner burst, that moment of madness that doesn’t make you think twice.

You jump, and you’re on the other side without realizing it.

What did it take, huh?

You are capable, you see!

Sometimes, you have to act on instinct.

And do you know what happens when you jump?

When you make that decision?

That you feel bad.

And maybe that’s why you didn’t want to jump....

...And why do you feel bad?

Because you’ve lost a part of yourself.

You left the part of yourself that didn’t jump on the other side, and you will always see it from further away.

But now you can be sure of one thing.

Now you will be more You.

Like the sculptor who starts with rough marble and slowly shapes his work.

You are doing the same.

Jump

And don’t think about it.

Dream

And start creating.