Reality and Dreams...

Last night a friend of mine and I went to see a Leonardo DiCaprio movie called inception, this movie kept me thinking especially as I was driving back home late last night, it made me think, could dreams really be part of our reality! Could we really live a dream, what if reality is a dream that we all believe in? That would mean that everything is possible as long as we all share the same belief. If you throw up a stone in the air you accept it to go down at some point. We can call that gravity, but if we really believed that the stone would continue to float in the air forever, what would happen then? We draw our dreams the way we want it to be, or the right way of saying it the way our brain or subconscious want it to be.

In dreams everything is possible. We all believe that. But In ‘reality’ not everything is possible. We all or most of us believe that. However, what if we all changed our view on that? What if reality offers the same possibilities as dreams do? What if you only feel pain after getting stabbed by a knife because you believe getting stabbed by a knife is painful? So many what ifs that crossed my mind after watching this movie. I know its only a movie but somehow it made me think for a bit and kinda agree on the concept that an idea is something that we plant into our heads in a way that we believe that whatever idea we have is the right thing, and that idea is indeed part of our dreams cause I believe that most of us in this earth dream about our ideas and then make them our reality thinking that it originated from our reality but the truth is, it started as a dream.....

Starry Night!

Last night as I was getting into my car I looked up the skies, and saw that it was a sky full of stars. it’s not usual to see a starry night here in this city maybe this happened cause the skies were clear and cause of the heat that we are experiencing, as I was looking up the skies I realized that the most important moments in my life have occurred under very clear starry nights.

When I was touring the world last year, and in Langkawi Island to be specific I spent few hours in a boat in the middle of the ocean during the dead of night. I'm not sure how I managed to accomplish this but I was alone, there I was, late at night in the middle of the ocean, lying on my back staring up at the sky, no city light to distract me. Above me was a vast expanse of sky and nothing but stars, thick stars, more stars than you can ever see in the city. At that moment, sitting in my boat under a very large sky, I felt the usual cliché’s thoughts: I felt like the smallest most insignificant speck in a very large universe. All my problems at the time -- feeling kind of lonely and depressed and what the future is hiding for me, all seemed rather unimportant, given all those stars and how many there were of them compared to the little thing that was me.

As I kept going from place to place and when I was in South Africa I had the occasion to relive this experience. I went scuba diving on a boat in the ocean, And on that boat I sat in the prow and watched the sun go down on the horizon, watched the sun pass beyond the edge of the world, and the stars come up as the light darkened into orange to purple to blue to black. All I saw was a thick blanket of stars above, and below was dark smear of ocean. No land, no street lights, no reflection of the city; nothing but stars and sea and me, alone on the boat feeling like there was nothing else left in the world to hold onto.
I figure that in our small little existences we have two, maybe three moments that define the way we live, that we remember as the most important moments of our lives. For me, they have always involved the feeling of being one sole person under a massive blanket of stars.

I figure that if you tallied up the most important moments of a thousand of us, a hundred thousand of us, we'd come up with a wide, rich, complex variety of experiences.