The summer breeze blew over me as I lay in the tall grass looking up at the azure sky and puffy cotton clouds passing by. I felt connected to where I was laying. A thought simply crossed my mind. Right now, this moment, it would be okay to die. A strange thought, it was made in a peaceful and contented frame of mind. I continued to lay there and was not aware of the transition from sleep to waking. The sun drifted onto my bed through the window. My comforter was giving me the security of warmth. Looking outside I could see it was a bit blustery and probably cold as it is late October.
The thought stayed with me. But more was the frame of mind and feeling I had in the dream. Death was okay in that peaceful and quite pleasant environment. I pondered the dream thought for the better part of the day. No, in no possible way am I contemplating ending my life. There is too much to do and too many important people in my life that I would not want to endure such a selfish event.
I had come to a conclusion. It actually felt like a global thought. It was like I was the world (large ego, eh?) and it was enough. The pain and hatred, the division and outright anger have been reaching a boiling point. Maybe it was a prophetic reboot dream. I have come to realize after the dream that there are two ways we can come back from this true hell we are creating daily. One is enough people in power realize the problems and choose to begin to heal the divide, or hell comes to a cataclysmic point where total hatred spills over and life ceases to exist as a result. Either is a reboot. One, we survive and heal, the other, well…
The Journey of a thousand miles 