I think I am a dreamer for more reason than one. My imaging of the eutopia gives me half the pleasure of experiencing it in real and the other greedy half makes me work towards it and dream more.

I wonder why every life is so complicated and why are these aspiration that we nurture bound to make us go round and round untill we realise that it is just another experience or maybe a mistake.

However, the pyramids of my mind point inwards when I now open my thoughts to the world absorbing it into oneness inside me.