13 feb, 23:28,
Last night I was thinking. Thinking about several things and I have been thinking about it all day long already.
What is your dream? What are you living for? What are you seeking for in this life? What makes you happy? Is there something you would like to do in later life? Or right now? Some people might have the standard fantasies about becoming married, having kids, live happily ever after. Unfortunately nowadays happily ever after seldom exists.
Imagine yourself sitting in your bedroom and slowly zoom out, from your bedroom to the rest of the floor, and everything that's around it, your parents, siblings, friends. Keep yourself as the main point but slowly keep zooming out. Zoom out of your hometown, the cities and villages around it, imagine your country, but don't forget to keep yourself in the centre. Zoom out of your country, see your country that is surrounded by other countries and keep zooming out. Don't stop until you passed the ozone layer and you are floating in a substance that knows no gravity looking at a small bubble called Earth.
Don’t you think that there is so much more out there? We, human beings, are so egocentric and self centrered. Every day we get up, get dressed and go to school/work. We all live our own, what we call, ‘perfect’ little lives. When something bad happens it must be god’s fault; God either forgot about you that day, or it's a part of his master plan - pick your belief. I just draw a blank, I believe in myself, I don’t need god, and yes even I am in the wars sometimes but it’s not god’s fault.
Anyway, I am not the person who is going to find out and reveal the secrets of the cosmic world, and I am certainly not the person who wants to keep her mind on such things, although it happens anyway. Meanwhile I was lying in my bed texting my boyfriend yesterday evening, and all these thoughts went through my mind. He was the one who started all this, who forced me to think about dreams and fantasies. His biggest dream is going to the moon. “Sometimes I look up at the sky at night and I just get hypnotised. It’s just so beautiful”. But what was mine? It took me a while, but I’ve figured it out; I want to have children, my children are my mother’s children, and they deserve to be on this world. I want to raise them well, want them to enjoy me, want myself to enjoy them, want my own mother to see I would make a perfect mum, want to see her face and see the proudness in her eyes,
want her to know that her blood and genes are passed on, even though her own body isn’t amongst us anymore.
I told my boyfriend this and he gave the sweetest answer someone could ever give: “For the record you are going to be a great mum”.
In the end it doesn’t matter for me what my purpose is on this, compared to the cosmic world, little bubble. "I am here, and therefore I have to make the best out of it".