All of my life I have been a planner. I've dreamed away and planned to make those dreams come true. The move Sweden fits right into that mold, but in some ways, this is my last dream to plan. This is scary for one of two reasons 1) I have no other dreams to live off of, or 2) I come down out of the clouds and deal with reality in a new and different way that is more practical. These may be the same result in the end. And how bad could it be to shed the more childish skin of dreams so to live with a consciousness that takes its sustenance, not from the overdriven desires of childhood, but a more sober adulthood. It seems like so few of us are adults these days, and I saw this with some sadness: there's a lacking of anybody to look up to, a lack of connection with lineage, the wisdom of elders, history. That's for sure. So how does all of this relate to me?... because my forebearance is in need... I guess I've felt directionless for some time and this move has given me direction. But if it turns out that I have to be an adult, sober up and give up the dreams of childhood but also that I don't have to flail around seeking something that's not there anymore, then good riddance childhood. I am done with you.
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