A pretty young girl who has such an interesting story, and simple life, she is so smart, kind, and timid, she is special. she moved to a village, that's when her life begins again.
Every day, when she wakes up, she hears those beautiful sounds, full...
Sometimes we wonder, is life real? Sometimes you get this weird feeling as if everything around you is just a dream, you try to touch things you feel, but what you see, doesn't feel real. It's strange, after minutes or hours you will finish whatever you were doing as if nothing happened. If you just woke up, you will get ready, and go to work. If you were in the middle of the exam, you'd jump into the following question to answer, if you were in a social gathering, you will ignore that feeling, and keep the conversation going. What if we stop ignoring that feeling? what if we think deeply about it? why does it happen? why in those specific moments?
What if it's all a dream? then, I want to wake up, I'm curious about reality. What if it ain't better than this dream? in this case, I'd rather stay here. That's the one sure thing I know for the moment.
It's not about the philosophy behind it, it's about the feeling itself
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Dear diary, I spent the whole day laying on my bed having these thoughts. I am melancholic, I feel sad and depressed for no reason most of the time, that trait that I hate in myself, I want to get rid of it, doesn't seem to work... I might spend a beautiful ordinary day, with my friends, the next day, or maybe after three days, a week, things get complicated in my mind, gathering all the things that happened to me lately, all the small details that normal people would ignore, and start overthinking them. I might seem dramatic, I thought I was being dramatic, but it's just the way I feel, and it's something I can't control.
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I have the life I dreamed of, and I have friends who I appreciate, which was impossible for me to find months ago. However, I seem to lose interest in all of that, is it because I'm originally an introvert? Probably...
Stop thinking Mery, and let me sleep, don't you wonder what tomorrow is hiding from us?
