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June 16th, 2009

I believed in a dream

Filed under: Memory lane 176

R.E.M. Literally, I did. I wonder how many people actually learn something that can be useful or applicable in real life from their dreams.

For me, it was skating. As children, it was our thing to do when everyone met up at the local masjid or over at a friend’s house. In my dream, I specifically remember how I was skating down a hill, letting gravity do most of the work. A friend then shouts to me that I should swing my feet forward in a sweeping motion as she whizzed by.

Then I got my first Rollerblades. I tried my dream technique and probably fell down a couple dozen times in the process that eventually proved to be successful. Needless to say, my ten-year-old self was amazed.

Dreams are so random, but back then I believed in this one and the probability that others can be just as true. It’s true the hill we were skating on later transformed into a very familiar looking swimming pool but that’s beside the point.

Have dreams ever been of use to you or proven true?

May 8th, 2009

Wasted moments

Filed under: Memory lane, Philosophy, Relations 155

Why is it possible to easily recall moments that hurt more than those that made us happy?

Should we assume that since there are only a few such moments, there must be many more happier times contained somewhere in each 365-day year?

Or could it really be that a lot of our past is filled with wasted moments, neither happy nor sad – the lull of ordinary, non-special days?

One might say that those happy times weren’t happy enough to make a lasting impression, but that would not be completely true.

Or perhaps it’s because we pay more attention to pain than we do to happiness. Perhaps pain leaves a scar much deeper than happiness can erase; a bitter poison that cloaks better memories.

Or maybe it’s because we haven’t fully experienced happiness – the kind that is felt deep in your bones, the kind only a few are lucky to have.

Maybe.