listening to Mozart in my small boat, i laid my head back waiting for the sun to rise. i waited for seconds, i waited for minutes, i waited for hours.i didn't get to see the sunrise, i guess i fell asleep while waiting for it. i stood up so angry and threw the bottle of water i held in my hand somewhere in the sea. i'm lost , i don't know where to go , i waited for the surise so i could determine which direction is the way home. As i moved my eyes around, i heard some noise, so i turned around, i then saw an old man in a boat coming up to me, As he got closer he asked me, "whats wrong? you look hopeless!" , "i just waited too long for the sunrise and i didn't get to see it" i said , "wake up then" he said, i stared at him suspiciously , how did he know that i couldn't see the sunrise because i fell alseep?i kept asking myself questions like : is he psychic? , am i dreaming? , am i imagining this? . but then i thought maybe he didn't mean it this way, maybe he was talking about the human nature, we wait for our dreams to come true without making any effort to achieve it , we wait for days, we wait for months, we wait for years. and then blame it all on the circumstances and fake reasons for not being successful, just to convince ourselves it isn't really our fault. so he's right , the only way to make our dreams come true is to wake up.
While chasing our dreams we'll understand that where we end up is the right place for us, where we belong, our home.
the question for each man to settle is not what he would do if he had means, time, and influence; the question is what he will do with the things he has. i understand now that our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
While i was creating all these interpretations, i heard him move in his boat quietly as if he knew i was focusing on something in my mind and was waiting for me to finish without interruption. i finished, and suddenly he asked, with a smile on his face, "Did you get it?" i replied smiling, "yes".
