Misfortunes and minor victories

A Faceless dream.

My dream is to meet a person from each nation, and collect a memory from each country. I want to learn each language, until I understand the language that no one can realize. I want to read different books of different authors, until I write down my own story that’s worthy enough to be read by my kids. I want to see all the colors of the spectrum, until I come up with the colorless bucket of paint to color my walls with. I want to hear each genre of music, until I can bear listening to the silent composition of nature. I want to put every scent of the world in different bottles, and use them as my perfume, until I long for a neutral smell of home. I want to taste each flavor; I want to play with my taste buds, and melt each flavor in my mouth until I appreciate the tasteless food my mind give when I have no money. I want to hear from myself every kind of laugh, and cry every kind of tears, until I could read my emotions even when I don’t say anything at all. I want to feel every kind of intensity of heat and cold, until I shiver so much to long for your hug, until it’s hot enough to throw away our clothes. I want to play with all my senses, until I can feel nothing.

My dream is to do it all, until I ran out of things and ideas to choose from. Until I realize where I really belong. Until I realize what I really want to be. Until I realize to where I really want to settle down. Until I realize who I want spend my remaining days with. Until I realize what life really is.

Until I realize how being alive is worth it. That’s my wish. My dream.

Note: And it’s funny, what a coincidence. I looked at my clock, it’s 11:11.