Abre Tus Ojos

"Was I before a man who dreamt about being a butterfly, or am I now a butterfly who dreams about being a man?" --Zhuangzi--

Suddenly, the whole world comes at you, all at once. And your senses are ‎overwhelmed by reality, rushing in to push aside the ghosts of the night. Your ‎muscles start building up momentum to thrust your body into a long awaited yet ‎totally unnecessary clumsy state of motion. But your mind hinders it, clinging on to ‎the remaining threads of your dreams, unable to make sense out of all the shredded ‎pieces of thought. Then, the universal elements conspire against you, the fight is ‎unfair and the victor is already known. Softly, light creeps in through your curtains ‎then bursts a thousand suns in your eyes, voices tread lightly upon your walls then ‎explode a thousand trumpets inside your ears and even the comfort of your bed and ‎the softness of your sheets betray you, driving a thousand daggers into your skin. ‎Your mind finally surrenders, leaving behind your most creative and genuine ideas to ‎be stupefied by reality, and watching sadly over the ruins of a world that held, just a ‎moment ago, infinite promises and possibilities, to be lost among the scattered traces ‎of your memory. ‎

And so, you're awake. ‎