Come With Me...

Follow my life as it rapidly changes. I'm heading for exams, university and a total shake up.

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5. 12/6/15

I think nice dreams are cruel. Listen before you think I'm crazy.

I had a dream that I was going to a party, I usually hate parties but this one was special. I went with a couple of friends who wanted to dance the night away, so to speak, and I wasn't really up for it so I sat to one side with a drink. This guy sat next to me and opened the conversation with a really cheesy joke. I don't remember what it was but I just know it was funny. I liked it. Then he asked for my number because he thought I was pretty. We decided to go for a walk around the hotel the party was at (I don't recommend you casually leave with strangers) and we talked like we'd known each other for years. He told me about how he liked to write songs, I told him about the stories I'll never write. We stood outside and watched the sky until he kissed me.

Then, of course, I woke up to find none of it was real. My dream guy was just that, a dream. A fictitious element of my mind. A nice-while-it-lasted dream has got me thinking: what if we could just live in a world we could manipulate? We could just get what we wanted: a nice house, fast car, a good-looking partner. You might think this would be wonderful. I don't think it would be. You see, we'd never appreciate the feelings of happiness from gaining something or the hope a new crush brings. We'd never understand what loss felt like on any level so we'd never grasp life for it's ups and downs. We have to embrace life for what it is. Wonderful, tragic, beautiful, disastrous, crazy.

Think about it. Would you want to live a life where you knew nothing but perfection? It's the imperfections that make us unique and it's what makes life so complex. The nice dreams give us a glimpse of what it could be like. I'll settle for that.

Sweet dreams,

Jo x

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