Imagined Castle

I once dreamt I was happy

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It was a vivid, beautiful dream that seemed to last for an eternity. I felt content, fulfilled, and at peace with the world. But when I awoke, the feeling vanished, and I was left with the crushing reality that it was just a dream.

This got me thinking about the meaning of life. Is it just a dream that we chase, trying to find happiness and fulfilment, only to awaken and realise it was all just an illusion? Or is there something more, something real that we can hold onto and call our own?

I believe that the meaning of life is subjective and personal. It is different for each of us, and it is up to us to find what gives our life purpose and meaning. For some, it may be their family and loved ones. For others, it may be their work, their passions, or their faith.

But what if we never find it? What if we spend our entire lives searching for something that we never truly find? This is a fear that has haunted me, and I imagine it haunts many others as well. But I have come to realise that the search for meaning is itself a meaningful endeavour.

The journey is what gives our lives value. The struggles, the triumphs, the moments of joy and sorrow, all combine to create a tapestry of experiences that make up who we are. And it is through these experiences that we can find meaning, even if we never find the answer to the question of what the meaning of life is.

So I continue to search, to dream, to live, and to find my own meaning. And I hope that, in the end, I can say that I lived a life that was true and that made me happy, even if it was just for a moment.

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