Living a Dream

I had a dream one night. One so beautiful that it left my mouth wide open, and my head spinning.

They say that coming in touch with beauty can turn anyone into a poet. But true beauty – it leaves a poet grasping at straws. You could write the wittiest of sentences, create the most dramatic wordplay, and weave the most intricate web of words to describe it. All of that would still make you feel like a biologist trying to prove the theory of relativity.

So, back to this dream.
I was walking all alone in the dark. I sat down exhausted, and that was when I looked up. There I saw tiny beings taking turns to shine light at me. If one was bright, the other not so much. The other would then shine a little brighter, while the first would get a little dimmer. I saw another being, one bigger than the rest of them. This one constantly shone light, and was the brightest of them all.
Exhausted that I was, I thought I should lie down. When I touched the ground around me, it felt soft. I felt tiny lace-like fabric slip through my fingers. It was comfortable, and I drifted into a sleep while wondering about all the things I was surrounded by.
When I opened my eyes this time, I saw that all of the beings were gone. They were all replaced by one gigantic being. This one beamed with light so bright, that looking directly at it could be temporarily blinding. But it wasn’t dark anymore, I could see everything without the need to squint. There were also puffs of what looked like white cotton candy everywhere. They moved ever so slowly and changed their shapes constantly, as if under a magical spell. I sat there gazing at them for a long time.

Well if you didn’t realize it yet, all of this wasn’t really a dream. I was simply talking about the world that we live in. I was talking about the twinkling of the stars, the shining of the moon, the comfort you can find among the blades of grass, the magical transformation of the night into day, the magnificent sun, and the puffy clouds.

So what was the point of describing everything that we see every day as a dream, and calling it an inexplicably beautiful one at that?
Perspective. And familiarity.
You see, given enough time, we will get familiar with all that surrounds us. Too familiar. The things that leave us in awe the first time we set eyes on them, escape our gaze if placed in front of us every day. And without a new perspective, you will pick a new t-shirt over an Armani suit that has been in your closet for years.

I know you look at the world every day. But do you really see it?