Dreams

The big dreams that have not been achieved for this day and the self that fights as if it is in a fierce war in which there is no place for peace. We dream big dreams that our imagination cannot contain. So what about the one who was mourned and buried and did not achieve this dream, the one who was lost to passion in the middle of the road, and the depressed person who tries to forget his sadness to achieve his dreams? In our era, self-development and advice abound like a discovery. So what happened? Did we forget the libraries, places for reading, books, and a lot of culture buried for years? These days have gone and culture has gone with them, and I have gone too, but I do not know where to go, who I am, or what to do here. Omar Al-Halaby says: “When I go out to myself, I find myself empty-handed. Neither hopes have been fulfilled nor life has gone on as we used to dream. Even though the dreams were very big...” This is the worst stage a person can reach, the stage of nothing but deep sadness for himself. Dreams that leave the soul with nothing but torment and self-blame, they left me with nothing, not even blame or regret, but I am stuck between four walls and I cannot move and I ask myself what is this? Do I exist? Sometimes I feel that I do not exist mentally only physically. I see my soul calling out to leave this darkness and sorrow. No one cares and I do not care because I exist in a circle of dreams that cannot come true or are possible but need someone present, not a chair in a room, alone and forgotten, and who has nothing but his pen and paper to express his existence. So who am I and who are you? There are voices in my mind and imagination. I cannot think, read, or enjoy. Every time I think, even when I am not thinking, I am thinking. Is there a hell worse than this? Is there someone asking for help? "No" I am stuck and present everywhere.