Another Monday morning in October, and I already loved the vibe it had. The weather remained friendly, granting me time to adapt to the cold nights that followed. I could hear the coffee beans grounding, leaving behind that charming aroma of fresh coffee that filled the kitchen and ignited all five of my senses. For my coffee, just milk, no sugar, and I gently stirred it with soft gestures, much like the sweet morning kiss I planted on my baby’s forehead. The cigarette at the end of the table sputtered as it consumed itself, reducing everything to ashes, while thin smoke curled upwards in an angry dance, reaching for the ceiling, in its hypnotic movements attempting to seize my attention. But today was one of those days when I took my stirred coffee, and let it meet my lips with passion and desire, and not even the spiraling smoke could distract me from my reverie. My insides gently reminded me that I could no longer conceal my emotions, and the excitement was clearly reflected in my eyes. Stirrings of a different kind had made my night worthwhile. I wasn’t in my youthful days anymore, where a little pill could erase memories; it all seemed rather surreal. Right, the strange feeling that something is going to happen, it already did, or was it just a dream to be persuaded…

“The usual comment from psychologists and psychiatrists was that it’s best not to encourage people to look at their dreams because they are liable to stir up problems for themselves.” Henry Reed

The conventional wisdom among psychologists and psychiatrists was to tread cautiously when it came to delving into the realm of dreams. They often cautioned against actively encouraging people to explore their dreams, for it was believed that doing so might inadvertently excavate dormant psychological issues and stir up a complex tapestry of emotions and memories.

Their rationale was rooted in the notion that the unconscious mind often harbors thoughts, fears, and unresolved conflicts that individuals may not be ready to confront. Dreams, in this context, were seen as a window into this mysterious realm, capable of unveiling deeply buried traumas or anxieties. For some, this exploration could lead to emotional distress or even exacerbate existing mental health challenges.

Yet, on the flip side, some psychologists argued that dreams could also serve as a valuable tool for self-discovery and healing. They believed that, when approached with care and guidance, delving into one’s dreams could provide insights into the inner workings of the psyche. By deciphering recurring dream themes, symbols, or emotions, individuals could gain a better understanding of their subconscious mind and, in turn, address unresolved issues in a therapeutic context.

As for me, I found myself torn between these two perspectives, wondering whether it was worth taking the risk of stirring up potential problems in pursuit of self-discovery. Ultimately, I decided that the key lay in striking a delicate balance: acknowledging the potential for emotional turbulence while recognizing the transformative power that understanding one’s dreams could offer. With this in mind, I cautiously embarked on a journey into the world of my dreams, prepared to navigate the complexities that might arise along the way.

“More information is always better than less. When people know the reason things are happening, even if it’s bad news, they can adjust their expectations and react accordingly. Keeping people in the dark only serves to stir negative emotions.” Simon Sinek

Moving on in a day with higher expectations hurt my feelings for a moment, but the fine, exciting fire that soon warmed me gave me a bit more hope. The sunrise touched my body with light and inspired me, and my day began. A thrilling adventure awaited ahead, and no one could stop what had once been written in the stars. A new path opened, and my way became an emotional journey filled with unbelievable sensations. A stimulating working environment allowed me to see what was hidden from dull eyes, and gray transformed into colors the deeper I ventured. I had the chance to share my experiences from the life I had escaped, and I had no plans to return.

For so long, I had limited my expectations based on my knowledge, but I couldn’t ask for more because I didn’t know there was something more to ask for. I lived a decent life with everything I needed, and I wasn’t bothered by schedules and patterns. Keeping myself busy never left me much time to think about what I truly desired. Stopping time, even for a moment, was impossible because there was never enough time for all the chores. I knew that big changes would have to happen in order to see results. I often wondered if storms started from simple stirrings or from the swirls. Did stirrings have the power to turn strong winds around and move them in a night, while swirls merely spun the same story in circles? I didn’t have to wait for strong winds; a gentle turn at the perfect time was enough to set the wheel spinning for the better. Curiosity gave me ideas, and even if it sometimes got me in trouble, it was worth trying to change my direction.

“It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.” George Gissing

The profound notion that the mind shapes our perception of the world around us has always fascinated me. It’s a concept that goes beyond the physicality of existence, delving into the intricate realm of individual consciousness and subjectivity. Even when we find ourselves in seemingly identical situations, standing together in the same picturesque meadow, the world we perceive is uniquely our own. This divergence in perception arises from the intricate web of experiences, emotions, and beliefs that make up our inner worlds. It’s as if each of us wears a pair of tinted glasses through which we view reality. These “glasses” are crafted over a lifetime, forged by our personal encounters, traumas, joys, and cultural influences. They filter the incoming sensory information and paint our world with hues only we can comprehend.

Consider the simple act of gazing upon a breathtaking sunset. To me, it might evoke a sense of nostalgia, reminding me of cherished moments from my past. The warm, golden hues of the descending sun could kindle feelings of tranquility and contentment. However, for you, that same sunset might awaken different emotions. Perhaps it conjures memories that stir your heart with a unique blend of joy and longing. Our emotional landscapes further emphasize this divergence. What moves my heart to delight may not have the same effect on yours. We are, in essence, emotional islands in a vast sea of existence, each island shaped by the tides of our experiences and sensibilities.

Moreover, the filters of our minds influence not only how we perceive the world but also how we interact with it. My actions, choices, and reactions are all influenced by my unique set of beliefs and past experiences. They guide me along a path distinct from yours, even if we walk side by side. Yet, despite this inherent divide in our perceptions, I find solace in the beauty of our individuality. It’s a reminder that our world is rich and multifaceted, brimming with diverse perspectives and experiences. Our interactions become a dance of understanding, as we attempt to bridge the gap between our unique vantage points and connect on a deeper level.

In essence, it is this very diversity of perception and experience that infuses life with depth and wonder. It underscores the profound nature of our existence, reminding us that even in a shared meadow, we each behold a world uniquely our own, painted by the canvas of our minds and hearts.

“You can be afraid and still strong, still fearless and indomitable. You can be afraid, and you can trust, and then when you’re ready, you can let go of the fear. Fear muffles you. Let it go, and then you can live out loud again like you’re meant to.”
― April White

The unexpected arrival of these transformative forces, which I’d later come to refer to as a “magnetic stirring,” fundamentally altered the course of my life. It all began with a single catalyst that breathed life into the dormant engine of change, setting off a cascade of events that would leave nothing untouched. At first, it seemed manageable; I had a firm grip on the harnesses, directing the speed and trajectory of this burgeoning revolution. But as it gained momentum, it slipped from my control, racing toward an unknown destination.

The transition from tranquility to chaos happened in the blink of an eye, like a switch flipped by some invisible hand. Once set in motion, it spun relentlessly, generating the concept of time irrelevant. Within the swirling vortex, there was a strange paradox. While the speed within the whirlpool remained constant, the world outside accelerated, blurred by thick walls of fog and sheets of rain. It was as if I had entered a different dimension, a place where the laws of physics and perception were profoundly altered.

And then, as abruptly as it had begun, it came to an abrupt halt. Everything crashed to the ground, a chaotic pile of debris and ruins. The landscape was unrecognizable; all that I had known was reduced to wreckages. Yet, amid the devastation, there was no time for lamentation. It was a moment for resilience, for a fierce determination to navigate the destruction and construct something that would endure beyond the chaos.

With each brick I laid, each stone I carefully positioned, and each wall I erected, I breathed life into a new beginning. It was a renaissance born from the ashes, a fresh start that would prove impervious to any future stirrings or swirls that might seek to topple it. This transformation was my testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a testament to our innate ability to rebuild, regenerate, and emerge stronger from the most tumultuous of storms.

“Why after the dust settles, someone has to come by and blow at it, stirring it up into the air again?”
― Anthony Liccione

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