Just before I’m off I have a thought that nagged me for some time, so I have to leave her here. Life doesn’t always go the way we think she would. Who can honestly say that what they dreamt of in childhood came true. Sometimes what we get in life can be very close to what we ever allowed ourselves to anticipate. And some other times we end up with the life we didn't want to have. Mostly we measure by comparison. What others have that we do not have. What others can that we unable to.
There are so little positive emotions in it. False happiness from the thought that we are better off then someone else. Or poisoned envy to those who do better then we. Why can’t we be happy just for us? Why we are rarely satisfied with our personal small achievements? I shouldn’t really care about what other say do this and that to be on Top Ten Happy People list. And it should not bother me that no one else believes in what I believe. And I can be cynical sometimes, and maybe even most of the times, yet stil I can choose a wonder and have a faith in it, and maybe be in timeless search for it…and even if I never find it, at least I can say: I did all I could and never regret it.
Some can dream of things and talk a lot about making their dream come true…but never leave their coach, “watch in the safety of their armchair”…this is because they never truly believe in the dream. For when you do, you go after her, not wait for her to happened.
Once I had a dream of Atlantis…I can’t even define this dream…it was not about me discovering the ruins of the mystery city…more a dream that they would be able to discover it in my lifetime…one would think: what the use of such a dream? There is nothing for me personally even if they find it. and this is true…but the point of a dream is not to have, but to witness a wonder coming in reality…if this can happened, just think of what else can too?…
There is an analogy between the myth of Atlantis and fairy tales. Do you believe in fairy tales? Not really. But this doesn’t mean you cannot look out for little creatures in the woods, write letters to Santa Clause and waltz with Prince Charming…this is the whole point of fairy tales: they give us something beautiful to dream about in every day of dull reality. There is a purpose to the existence of fairy tales from the dawn of humanity. And to the fact that we still listen to the same ones, time after time…Different languages, same story, minor variations of local accents…what if this is what truly happened in the wakening of civilisation? All these giants, flying carpets, magic wands? It bugs me how everything is so consistent in centuries; it must be something in it that is real!
Humans have this switch of unhappiness in their mind. It lies within the folds of our disillusion. When we stop believing, we stop being happy. Whether it is faith in God or in fairy tales…or belief in Atlantis. A thought that there is a possibility that Atlantis exists tickles my happiness senses. And maybe I do not want to be the one who discover it and maybe even don’t need to see it with my eyes. For I know the moment my belief turns into real knowledge – this moment I will find my Atlantis. Atlantis is in me. It is in realisation that even the most impossible things can happen. And that lets me dream for more.
Once I had that dream of Atlantis. It wasn’t a dream of finding it. More a hope that if I walk close to the place, I might just feel something special…receive signals from another world to let me know it is there. When I tossed the cards for my travel destination, the island of Crete didn’t come up by accident. 2 hours of ferry ride from there will take me to the place of latest scientific evidences in connection with the lost city of Atlantis – the Island of Santorini…what I’ll discover there, I’ll bring it back with me, be it a piece of Atlantis or a bit of a tale… And to those who share the same dream: keep dreaming – you never know what can come true!
There are so little positive emotions in it. False happiness from the thought that we are better off then someone else. Or poisoned envy to those who do better then we. Why can’t we be happy just for us? Why we are rarely satisfied with our personal small achievements? I shouldn’t really care about what other say do this and that to be on Top Ten Happy People list. And it should not bother me that no one else believes in what I believe. And I can be cynical sometimes, and maybe even most of the times, yet stil I can choose a wonder and have a faith in it, and maybe be in timeless search for it…and even if I never find it, at least I can say: I did all I could and never regret it.
Some can dream of things and talk a lot about making their dream come true…but never leave their coach, “watch in the safety of their armchair”…this is because they never truly believe in the dream. For when you do, you go after her, not wait for her to happened.
Once I had a dream of Atlantis…I can’t even define this dream…it was not about me discovering the ruins of the mystery city…more a dream that they would be able to discover it in my lifetime…one would think: what the use of such a dream? There is nothing for me personally even if they find it. and this is true…but the point of a dream is not to have, but to witness a wonder coming in reality…if this can happened, just think of what else can too?…
There is an analogy between the myth of Atlantis and fairy tales. Do you believe in fairy tales? Not really. But this doesn’t mean you cannot look out for little creatures in the woods, write letters to Santa Clause and waltz with Prince Charming…this is the whole point of fairy tales: they give us something beautiful to dream about in every day of dull reality. There is a purpose to the existence of fairy tales from the dawn of humanity. And to the fact that we still listen to the same ones, time after time…Different languages, same story, minor variations of local accents…what if this is what truly happened in the wakening of civilisation? All these giants, flying carpets, magic wands? It bugs me how everything is so consistent in centuries; it must be something in it that is real!
Humans have this switch of unhappiness in their mind. It lies within the folds of our disillusion. When we stop believing, we stop being happy. Whether it is faith in God or in fairy tales…or belief in Atlantis. A thought that there is a possibility that Atlantis exists tickles my happiness senses. And maybe I do not want to be the one who discover it and maybe even don’t need to see it with my eyes. For I know the moment my belief turns into real knowledge – this moment I will find my Atlantis. Atlantis is in me. It is in realisation that even the most impossible things can happen. And that lets me dream for more.
Once I had that dream of Atlantis. It wasn’t a dream of finding it. More a hope that if I walk close to the place, I might just feel something special…receive signals from another world to let me know it is there. When I tossed the cards for my travel destination, the island of Crete didn’t come up by accident. 2 hours of ferry ride from there will take me to the place of latest scientific evidences in connection with the lost city of Atlantis – the Island of Santorini…what I’ll discover there, I’ll bring it back with me, be it a piece of Atlantis or a bit of a tale… And to those who share the same dream: keep dreaming – you never know what can come true!