Fleeting thoughts
I'm mid-way through prelims (as are many others) and i find myself being distracted by thoughts past, present and of the future. I guess such thoughts are inevitable, given that turning 18 (with all its associated liberties and responsibilities) places many of us at one of life's most major crossroads.
I'm glad that this week went by rather uneventfully, papers aside, because i'm hardly in the mood to think, yet when i was flipping through 'The Wake' (the last book in the Sandman series) by Neil Gaiman, i couldn't help but think about the issues the book raised.
"Dreams are hopes and echoes of hope."
I can hardly quantify dreams myself and they are an ever-present source of mystery to me, but i find myself nodding in agreement at these words. I think that dreams are reflections of our subconscious- as many before me have mentioned- hence the occasional fusing of real-life thoughts and emotions with the plots of our dreams. Dreams mirror us in ways that seem foreign, but with careful analysis, may sometimes lead us to discover more about ourselves. I've had my fair share of dreams that echo real-life concerns.
The whole abstract notion of dreams and what they represent always leave me deep in thought. When people use the phrase "dream on," do they actually realise their acknowledgement of dreams as representative of our hopes? Does the oft-quoted phrase "I have a dream" concede this too? I get lost in my thoughts at times like these.
On another note, i think exam stress is taking a toll on my people-relationships. Surprisingly though, i've managed to get to know quite a few people better during this period, albeit at the expense of others. Then again, i've found myself becoming more intolerant of the idiosyncracies of some of my friends. I especially dislike hypocrisy, that is not to say i am faultless in that area either. I'd appreciate frank feedback anytime, but don't waste time patronising others. I just hope this will blow over quickly. Friendships are volatile links indeed.
Then again, friends will always be friends (all other meanings implied). To find that one special someone- perhaps that'll take a lifetime. Or maybe that's just the stuff that dreams are made of.
I'm glad that this week went by rather uneventfully, papers aside, because i'm hardly in the mood to think, yet when i was flipping through 'The Wake' (the last book in the Sandman series) by Neil Gaiman, i couldn't help but think about the issues the book raised.
"Dreams are hopes and echoes of hope."
I can hardly quantify dreams myself and they are an ever-present source of mystery to me, but i find myself nodding in agreement at these words. I think that dreams are reflections of our subconscious- as many before me have mentioned- hence the occasional fusing of real-life thoughts and emotions with the plots of our dreams. Dreams mirror us in ways that seem foreign, but with careful analysis, may sometimes lead us to discover more about ourselves. I've had my fair share of dreams that echo real-life concerns.
The whole abstract notion of dreams and what they represent always leave me deep in thought. When people use the phrase "dream on," do they actually realise their acknowledgement of dreams as representative of our hopes? Does the oft-quoted phrase "I have a dream" concede this too? I get lost in my thoughts at times like these.
On another note, i think exam stress is taking a toll on my people-relationships. Surprisingly though, i've managed to get to know quite a few people better during this period, albeit at the expense of others. Then again, i've found myself becoming more intolerant of the idiosyncracies of some of my friends. I especially dislike hypocrisy, that is not to say i am faultless in that area either. I'd appreciate frank feedback anytime, but don't waste time patronising others. I just hope this will blow over quickly. Friendships are volatile links indeed.
Then again, friends will always be friends (all other meanings implied). To find that one special someone- perhaps that'll take a lifetime. Or maybe that's just the stuff that dreams are made of.