Vague certainty

A dream I had...

I found myself at a crossroads, that split itself into crossroads, and at every junction, there's a choice between two different paths.

I've always believed to a certain extent the truth in dreams we have. That explains how deja vu comes about, which I have been experiencing frequently these days. Halfway through conversations, I'd pause as though something just hit me in the head, "I came across this scenario before, this has happened before."

Back to the point.

Dreams to me are, often reminders of our innermost emotions, some we ourselves do not identify or wish not to know, an outlet for suppressed emotions and somewhat of an inkling of what's going to come. I dream frequently. Often more than once in a night. Yet, I can never remember what exactly happened in my dreams, the best I can do is fragments of it. The more I try to recall, the further the memory escapes from me, imagine chasing a kite with a constant gust of wind.

At this point, I wouldn't mind a dream that shakes the innermost suppressed and ignored emotions of me. Time to time, I lose myself in this web I weave for myself.

When I get lost, it's time to feel within and I find myself back. Whichever turn and junction I turn into, be it the path with roses and thorns, or the dark, cold and miserable road I find myself in, I shall come out of it stronger.

It may take me some time to decide which turn I shall take, but I shall get where I want all the same. There will never be any dead ends, cos all I have to do is spend a little more time to undo my path.

It's now my turn to be in this maze, though pretty and captivating, its a maze all the same. The illusions I form for myself may be deceiving at times, but time will lead me out of this.

I cross my fingers and smile cos it happened. I will walk tall, with my head high. I know I will.

We're all puppets of fate in this stage we live on. Therefore, we smile our brightest smile, and put up a good show for all to see.