What is real?
Are we all just trying so hard to be ‘real’ we become mere puppets of our own limiting beliefs?
Do we know what we really want?
Or do we want what we always wanted because we haven’t really asked ourselves the question lately?
What if we observed our lives as they are, our dreams as they are, our beliefs as they are, and discovered they aren’t ours anymore?
Is it us who change? Or the dream? The belief? All of it? Nothing? Maybe just different ways of ‘seeing’?
Late at night, emptying my brain from questions here so I can sleep. Goodnight world!