Day 193 "Concrete Jungle"

I have had this dream before.

Standing at the waters edge, everything is silent and safe, everything is right where it belongs, everything matters.

In my waking life I find myself living in this city of concrete and dead Gods, just a constant grind for money and success and physical perfection; hopefully you can find some faith during Yoga.

In this dream I used to feel content with listening to the slight movement of the water, and with feeling the soft breeze across my skin; with knowing that I still took the time to reflect, but now there is a distortion in the clarity and now there is a fundamental change…now there is the knowledge that I am also a part of the grind, and so unwillingly so.

I don't know how long it will take to get back to the quiet, the silent and safety, and of the dreams that reflect the past, but I do know that for now I have no interest in any of that anyway.

For now, I am quite content in giving in to the flawed desires of a complicated city mind.

For now, I am going to spend a little more time inside the noise of this concrete jungle.

For now, I am going to dream of a time where I will listen to my dreams once again, and not just lament their passing.