The dream of freedom... ah, a beautiful dream.
I have reached that stage of life where I savour moments of excitement.
Perhaps this sense of self is a delusion. Perhaps it has been given to me to inspire me to act. Perhaps, even though I believe I act to benefit myself, the real beneficiary of my actions is not me, but rather humanity. And perhaps a leaf also believes it changes reality.
Ever look at yourself in a mirror and not recognise who you see? It can feel both disconcerting and liberating at the same time.
Perhaps we must forget in order to be inspired anew.
I was born and I will die, and in between I live for a time.
I am stuck in a capitalist dream.
I think you and I made a pact before we were born. Old souls, we promised to help each other in this life in honour of what we had done for each other in the past.