In the lyrics of the hauntingly beautiful song “The Other Side” by Ruelle, there’s a poignant phrase that resonates deeply with me: “We are buried in broken dreams.” These words hold the weight of a year filled with heartbreaks, challenges, and shattered aspirations. This year of 2023 has indeed been a test of resilience, one that has forced me to confront losses, grief, and illness, often leaving me with the question: What do I dream of now?
This year, I have experienced the heartache of unfulfilled dreams. I started with hope and anticipation, perhaps envisioning adventures and travels, as my word of the year was supposed to be “adventurer,” but life had different plans for me. It brought me face to face with the fragility of our existence and the unpredictability of our paths.
In moments of grief and discomfort, it’s easy to feel lost and overwhelmed. When the dreams we held dear slip through our fingers, it’s natural to question the purpose of our journey. It’s essential to acknowledge that grief, heartbreak, and disappointment are all part of the human experience. It’s okay to mourn the dreams that didn’t come to fruition.
Now, as I stand at the crossroads, it’s time to ask myself: What do I dream of now? What aspirations have emerged from the rubble of my shattered dreams? The beauty of life lies in its capacity for renewal and transformation. New dreams are waiting to be discovered, dreams that may lead me and others down unexpected, yet equally meaningful, paths.
Dreaming anew is an act of courage and vulnerability. It requires us to embrace the unknown, to open our hearts to new possibilities, and to trust that the universe still has beauty in store for us.
So, my fellow dreamer, as we navigate the complexities of life, may our hearts remain open to the magic of new dreams. Together, we will rise from the ashes of broken dreams, stronger and more resilient than ever before.
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Broken Dreams of the ‘Other Side’
Indeed A Bird Without Wings
Without FLiGHT Without
A Home Above on the
‘Other Side’ Where
Words of Emotions Are Only
Ghosts With No Flesh and Blood
No Heart Beats No Arms of Hugs
No Breath of Life To Breathe Yet
The Lonely Ghost Who Wanders The Earth in the
Cold of Summer Not Realizing Death Already Living
When Ya Go To School They Don’t Tell You the Organic
Components of Emotions And How Chronic to Acute Stress
Will Burn All the Feelings Away They Don’t Tell You There
Are Pains Invisible to Others That Are Even Named The
Suicide Disease From Wake to Sleep 66 Months
No Drug Will Touch Or How Suddenly
Your Blood Pressure and Heart Rate
Will No Longer
Synch As Rising
Feels Like Falling
Whenever You Rise Above Below
Yet Again the Worse The Worst of Human Darkness
Will Be Totally Invisible to Others Yet The One Who
Truly Lives in Hell Within Indeed The Dark Side is an
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Challenge in the
Dark for Even a
Hero is Not Becoming A Villain of Change
SMiLes Dear Miriam The Greatest Gift i Feel
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The Only Real Reason to Live for 66 Months Before
Even Worse Than the Worst Pain Known to Humankind
Never the
Memory
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of A Smile at all
Where All Human Connection
Is Painfully Numb Even Loved
By the Other in the Same Bed
When i Was Young There Was No Talk About
This Place Even Existing Among the Youth of my Days
And Now For Those Who Have Returned From the Dark
Indeed
We See
The Invisible
Place in Others
Yes the Place of Broken
Wings of Dreams of Even
Being Fully Human On ‘The Other Side’..:)
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Outstanding article! The best I read today. I’ve buried many dreams but others Keeps springing up. Life is a mystery sometimes, the trick is to enjoy every stage of our lives, (although that might be difficult if one is grieving or sick). Thanks for sharing.☺️
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Forward one step at a time. I dream of finishing the structure for the new novel so I can start WRITING the final version, and finishing the trilogy. Some days it’s as remote as flying to the moon.
But each day another little bit falls into place.
When the structure is ready, there are so many other things to go back to: even minimal trike rides, getting out of the apartment, using the pool, riding my Airwheel S8 on the greenway or at the Arboretum… Something other than sitting here until this thing is done!
Or whatever random thing the universe decides to send.
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