I once had a dream:
I was waking up as a baby in my crib in a room I didn’t recognise and it was early morning.
I started crying as I was hungry. Nobody came… That surprised me.
I quietly starred at the ceiling waiting for someone to notice me.
I fell asleep again.. As sleep takes you to places where reality doesn’t excist.
They are called dreams. Dreams of better places, with humans who care about you, where you get noticed, where people want to spend time with you, where you feel wanted and loved.
When I woke up I knew this wasn’t a dream. It was a real memory from the past!
It must have been an important moment and discovery in my life. To be on my own as a baby in the orphanage. My new ‘home’ for that moment. The definition of home had changed right then and there for me. It learnt me that I didn’t have any influence while being there, while living. I couldn’t talk and walk like others I was watching. I depended on them, the care takers of the orphanage.
This memory reminded me as I was watching a programm about adopted children.
Their statement was: orphans don’t cry.
It’s true.. they suffer in silence without wasting tears and await what happens next.
Destiny is their future.
Dreams are their rescue.
PS. You know when you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. -Dr. Seuss-