In the realm of dreams, the fabric of reality suddenly became something that breathed creativity. I confess that I love dreaming far more than that I have willingness to surrender to the boundaries of human morale. But they always seemed to be holding hands: the moralities and the dreams. How far was I willing to go, to subject myself to both. Was I able to experience the threshold of morality, if my dreams would ever go that way. I was perceived as a person who had no moral compass. There were only dreams that I had sworn my loyalty to. Thruth be told, I did what I wanted without ever questioning if these things were good or bad but if they were fueled by love or hate. Love can make you do stupid things, because you want to control love but it easily turns into hate without you ever realising it. Love and hate always were brothers in arms. They fought side by side during the history of mankind but not anymore. I had many dreams that a new era would come. An era where only love existed, because we all knew suddenly that we didnt need hate after all, to fuel our passion and protect our way of life. I always wondered why we felt so lost, and alone. And it was simple: We are not accustomed to the way of life where only love exist. In my dreams, loneliness was cured and confusion was no more because we lived in a world of love. All around us, that love was sustainable and comforting. And everyone still had their differences and battles, but the struggles were being communicated and the pain that someone felt was given the space to explore its own confusion. I knew that the morale of the people needed a shift in perspective. The benefits of judging the world, not through the lens of good and bad but through the lens of love and hate, are becoming more and more clear.
The tale begins with a vision of boredom when we realise that we don't get the neccesary requirments from our surroundings to be happy. Blame was cast on opposing forces, and a sense of guilt lingered for the incomprehensible aspects of life. Yet, a new narrative emerged—one that wove stories inspiring desparate elements to unite and construct communities.
Men cleansed themselves in the river at sundown, shedding shame and guilt born from neglect.
The focus was on establishing humanity, fostering a world of possibilities, and striving for maintenance. Yet, in the pursuit, pride infiltrated, and greed took root out of fear of failure. Abundance, choice, and possibilities abounded, but the so-called urge to cling to identity and its trivial safety persisted.
Forgotten was the inherent beauty in life's challenges—an exploration encompassing love in every facet of movement. The realization dawned that other cultures could be allies, bound by the universal struggle of pain. The chance arose to break the barriers that separated minds, healing hearts through the shared activity of humane laughter.
Yet, an essential element was missing—the urgency to integrate the aristocracy of love with the stark reality of our minds, to focus on the divine harmony in every encounter. Prejudice, a pervasive distraction, turned individuals into puppets driven by personal desires.
Hate sought control, veiled in righteousness, causing identities to clash. But blaming each other for merely existing was not humanity's task. A vision emerged—a world where every aspect lingered before expression, where fairytales replaced consumption, and love graced every city's nightly dance.
Diverse outlooks on life gained equal value to cherished relationships. The precipice of discovering something intensely personal loomed—a testament to bravery as stories intertwined. Humanity had no right to distinguish and separate; it was but a fragment in the vast organism of the world.
Letting go of differences allowed the discovery of alikeness—a strange unity of desires resembling a single heartbeat beneath scattered identities. The priority became breaking away from hate, becoming one heartbeat again.
Dreams crumbled in the facade of make-believe, prompting reflection on the why. The magic of love, when used without payment, invited a clever reality full of inflated self-worth.
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