Clueless to the core, pressure closing in, but does a
fifteen year old’s worries mean anything to anybody? It hardly holds any value
of some kind.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood.”
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood.”
William Shakespeare and his word play, it
touches me so deep down. People normally come to certain points in their lives
when they have to choose between the one and the other. But here I am, wanting
to choose, but there is nothing to choose from. Or maybe in reality, there are
just so many endless opportunities, that my mind, heart and soul are incapable
of narrowing those chances and choices to just two limited ones. Very recently,
my ways of living have been extremely simple and meaningless. Feelings of such
have dawned that there is no more purpose of my living. In the mean time, I
also know that I have much more in life that I want to do. Examples of such
things I would be bowled over to mention, but I am scared of ending up with
broken dreams, “Dreams turning into nightmares.”
“Find
your dream catcher”
As Indian legend goes, the Dream Catcher is hung in the lodge near the sleeping area. Its purpose is to catch all dreams, good or bad. The bad dreams caught in the webbing would be burned off by the first morning light. The good dreams caught know their way to the hole in the center and filter down into the feathers. They are held there to be dreamed another night.
It was in Old Town Scottsdale, Arizona, at a store that I came across these beautiful dream catchers and was wooed by the concept of it. I have history of having nightmares and screaming in the middle of the night waking up everybody in the household. With some hopes of it working, I purchased one. Well, it’s been almost two weeks now that it’s been hanging on the lodge. And I do not remember encountering any series of nightmares; however I still do not come to believe that dream catchers actually work.
As Indian legend goes, the Dream Catcher is hung in the lodge near the sleeping area. Its purpose is to catch all dreams, good or bad. The bad dreams caught in the webbing would be burned off by the first morning light. The good dreams caught know their way to the hole in the center and filter down into the feathers. They are held there to be dreamed another night.
It was in Old Town Scottsdale, Arizona, at a store that I came across these beautiful dream catchers and was wooed by the concept of it. I have history of having nightmares and screaming in the middle of the night waking up everybody in the household. With some hopes of it working, I purchased one. Well, it’s been almost two weeks now that it’s been hanging on the lodge. And I do not remember encountering any series of nightmares; however I still do not come to believe that dream catchers actually work.
If
related to my fear of broken dreams, I need to find a dream catcher of my life.
I may not be correct, but the only dream catcher that works is ‘The Circle of
Life.’
“You
reap what you sow.”
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