Someone says that writing is one of the best therapies.
I have already experienced it, and I can certainly agree with this theory. It was three years ago, when my attempt of reborn was just at the beginning; I read on a book (“Di noi tre”, De Carlo, I guess) about one character who was used to transcribe her dreams just after waking up. I joined that idea, and for some months I used to write down on some papers my last dreams. Two things surprised me more than other. Firstly, the recurrence of the same topics: the background changed, the location was different, but in the end I was always dreaming about only a few things, and some people were often inside them. But I got more surprised when I understood how much could I learn from them, especially considering that without writing I would forget them in a few minutes. I heard several times (and sadly also from whom I used to like a lot during the last months) people claiming that they don’t dream, or just a bit: not that they don’t remember, but that they simply don’t. Bullshit! Probably they just don’t want to remember, there’s something to hide. I was used to say the same, but now I can assure that it’s not like that.
every time that I look in the mirror
all these lines on my face getting clearer
the past is gone
it went by like dusk to dawn
isn’t that the way
everybody’s got their dues in life to pay
yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it’s everybody’s sin
you got to lose to know how to win
half my life’s in books’ written pages
live and learn from fools and from sages
you know it’s true
all the things come back to you
sing with me, sing for the years
sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
sing with me, if it’s just for today
maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
dream on, dream on, dream on,
dream yourself a dream come true
dream on, dream on, dream on,
and dream until your dream comes true
dream on
A small digression to restart my own little therapy. Here there’s no paper. You can delete a sentence when you don’t like it, or when you’re afraid that someone could be offended or upset (or whatever) after reading it. It’s much harder to write just for yourself, here. That’s why a stopped for a while, that’s why I chose to have a new space, with the hope of being able to care not so much about that. It’s hard, but I think still worth to do it.
Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact. (James)
There’s no harm in dreaming (undoubtedly).
But be careful with your dreams, because they come true (I’m sure, if you want it very much), and when it’s happen, sometimes we don’t know what to do with this, but it’s another question…
I’m agree: dream on, dream on, dream on…
Because anyway in all things it is better to dream than to despair:)
Absolutely, I experienced this inability to remember dreams some years ago and it was clearly the expression of blocked feelings. The life stream in loop.
Then writing everything has been the cure and now I report every sensation on my diary. I feel light, every height disappears. When it will be finished, this diary will be burned. Forgetting is important too.