Emancipation

I had a dream the other night. I found it peculiar, different from most others. I had a sense of unease when I woke up and I had this thought that there was someone I needed to confront. I decided not to do so right there and then so I waited till a later time. When I finally had contact with this person later in the day I told her about the dream.

When I told this person what my dream was about I got reassured and things opened up, things which I don't believe I would have been a part of unless I would have had that dream.

I learnt a lot from the conversation we had. Things in my own life started to make more sense. Like the words were put on that feeling I've had and not been able to identify. I also took this chance to tell the person something I believed was important. Something that probably hadn't been thought of. It turned out I was right about that. It seemed to have been good.

As the story was told I felt touched. I felt like it was something good. When I heard the story I realized how much I myself would benefit from such a thing.

Also the other night I made a discovery, a discovery which put light upon a great deal of things. Everything was so clear from that moment on. I now understand it a lot more than ever before.

The freedom of finally getting it done was indescribable. It felt so good to let it out again.

Greater understanding

In my time here I've seen a whole lot more of certain aspects of life. Those which I had felt myself just not felt it was okay for me to feel that way. Somehow I felt as those particular feelings were forbidden and only for the weak. I was wrong.

Since I've seen it up close. I've been around it long enough to see it. I've seen behind the scenes. It's not always as good as it looks. Through a brief conversation I suddenly saw it for what it was, that which I had already noticed by myself. Seeing it like this there is no wonder things are the way they are in this society.

People are not healthy. Simple as that yet much more complex. 

Things need to change.

Getting Settled

It takes some time getting settled. There are a lot of things that you need to get used to. Things like checking your mailbox regularly and taking it easy every now and then. Eager as I've been I've barely spent any time at home. I've always been out and about and doing lots of stuff, mostly work related.

I suppose I should take it easy every now and then, but you know it's hard. Finding the time and the state of mind sitting down just relaxing and not thinking about work and everything work related. I haven't really felt the need to do so yet but my colleagues have told me I need take a break. I guess having been unemployed makes you eager to work.

 I'm starting to see that I barely take any time at all alone for myself and I know that I'm the kind of person who needs time alone a lot more than what you'd think. The problem is that I've never before felt that it's okay to put on the brakes every now and then. I've never before felt that I've had the possibility to take care of myself the way I'm now able to do.

Certain aspects of me have emerged as of late. Things which have been hidden, submerged in darkness. So much has been kept from me all this time. Finally I've been able to let it out. Not all of it of course but it's a process, not to be rushed.

As things open up new revelations come, I can see things with more clarity now than I've ever could. I feel like I'm more and more becoming the man I've felt that I should be, but that's still a long way from here.

Thoughts

Interesting the way you some times come to think of old memories and people that more or less don't have a place in your life anymore. It's funny the way it is when people who once took up a big part of your time just don't anymore. They barely exist, you only happen to think of them whenever you stumble upon some old pictures you had almost forgotten.

I find it strange, the nostalgic feeling you get while looking at pictures with certain people. People who once had a big part in your life but now have no part of your life. You just have nothing to do with them anymore. 

Somehow you kind of miss the good things about having them in your life not really thinking too much about the bad things. I guess that's a good thing though, to have chosen to remember them by the good things they brought rather than the bad things.

I suppose that's the way most people want to be remembered, for the good things they did and for the good people they were and not by all the mistakes one made. When looking at these people I wonder, did I leave good memories behind or do they think of my faults when they think of me? 

Some things you miss and some things you don't, though I'm pretty sure things are better the way they are now compared to how things were then. I'm pretty sure we're all happier this way.

Though you can never be certain, not really.