in the Dream Temple

pencil drawings by Lohbado

Life is like a dream. Most of one’s life is barely experienced. One lives a tiny fragment of what’s actually happening. Most, in fact pretty much all of what one experiences will eventually be forgotten, after you die. Go to a graveyard and look at all the names on the gravestones. Each name represents a person who experienced ups and downs, mood swings, problems, conflict, a whole sound and fury, much ado about nothing. It seemed important at the time, the time you weren’t sure what to cook for supper, or the time you got angry at someone who cut in line, so many trivial episodes, all forgotten.

Row row row your boat, gently down the stream. Don’t take things so seriously. Life is but a dream.