Midnight Dreams

Nothingness can be scary.  The idea of being alone.  Of not fitting in.  Of isolation.  The mind thinks it needs “noise”.  If someone comes from a family where they always had people around, the emptiness can be unsettling.  Emptiness of the mind.  Emptiness of the physical luxuries.  If isolated in the jungle, some lash out and destroy the harmless ants, animals, trees, and humans around them because they don’t trust the earth.  

They 

are 

vulnerable.  

People don’t believe that vulnerability is a strength.  Some predators take advantage of vulnerability.  In our day and age, men are conditioned to be predators.  To take if they think the person wants to be taken.  Sharing a cup of tea that was never offered.  What they don’t know is that it harms themselves in the end.  They are the fearful ones.  The scared, the one who is too weak to deal with internal demons alone.  

In a loving environment, a baby bird fallen from the tree gets saved.  The plant with no water gets rain.  The mother with no children gives birth.  Life is created and people aren’t afraid of death.  Death is just change.  Rebirth.  What in our subconscious helps that change be realized?  Hope.  Hope dies with layers of noise.  Layers of people and mazes and puzzles saying:

“That’s not possible.  That’s not what the scientist, doctor, God, mother, father wants;  therefore it is wrong.”

That scientist/doctor/God/mother/father needs validation.  Whether it be money, prayers, devotion.  You feel guilty and shamed not giving them that.  If you don’t, then everything you knew is wrong.  Flipped.  Questioned.  

Vulnerable. 

But what if that chain of doubt and fear is reversed?  What if we saved that baby bird?  Gave that tree/bird/child/mother/father/people/country hope?  The present moment is the death of the past and the beginning of a new.  Resurrect your dreams, share the tea…but do it in peace and love.  Do it without reservation.  Do it with strength.  It’s your choice.