The Dream of the Butterfly
“I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?” - Chuang Tzu
I read that line in a book not too long ago, and it seems to sum up my feelings these past few weeks. Ever since Eva and I reconciled, I've been wondering about myself. Who am I? Am I a human that possesses god-like powers, or am I a god with a human heart? I've been struggling with these two halves of my identity, not knowing which is the real me. But you know what? I'm okay with that. I don't have to have all the answers right now; I have ten thousand years to figure out who I am. As long as I have my partner by my side, I know that everything's going to be okay.
Speaking of dreams, I haven't really had any for a while. Maybe the nightmares are finally over? I hope so. I really do.
I read that line in a book not too long ago, and it seems to sum up my feelings these past few weeks. Ever since Eva and I reconciled, I've been wondering about myself. Who am I? Am I a human that possesses god-like powers, or am I a god with a human heart? I've been struggling with these two halves of my identity, not knowing which is the real me. But you know what? I'm okay with that. I don't have to have all the answers right now; I have ten thousand years to figure out who I am. As long as I have my partner by my side, I know that everything's going to be okay.
Speaking of dreams, I haven't really had any for a while. Maybe the nightmares are finally over? I hope so. I really do.