what if the life we lived
the stuff we fret on
the hopes and joys in which we revel,
the envies and jealousies to which we are subject
like little ships tossed on a violent sea,
what if they were but a dream
– a fantasy
– an illusion
a facsimile of a real life?
what if we, ourselves, were but a fiction?
would we change?
would we hang up our hats at the door to our lives
and just give up?
or would we carry on, regardless,
because that’s what life is –
experiencing, tasting, touching, wanting, needing, hurting –
for without all of that, we are nothing?
This week on A Dash of Sunny, we are asked to write on dreams. Again, I’ve taken a sideways step – rather than sharing my dreams, I’m playing the ‘what if?’ game. What if our lives are but a dream, and not really ‘real’?
Do hop on over to A Dash of Sunny, and find out what others have done! Or… take part!
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