Mirage

I like the way the word “mirage” sounds. Mi-raaa-ge… It’s like being in a desert, no food, no water, and you start hallucinating, you start seeing the mirage. You are not dead but you are not alive. You are just in a dream between life and death. Is the world (or what we call “world”) real? Or it is just an illusion, a mirage? Is everything that I see real, or it is just a representation of my mind? If it was real, then why when I see something, I call it beautiful while someone else calls it ugly? Do we live only in illusions? We must be very confused in this case. Is our life just a dream? It happens so many times, that we have a dream in which “real” things happen, it’s a “real” situation happening in our dream. Why not the reverse? Maybe we are now just part of a dream in which “real” things happen. And we are going to, or we are supposed to wake up at one point. Maybe when we hit the end of the road. Or maybe not then. Maybe if you don’t wake up while running on this road, when you hit the end of the road, the dream is restarted. Maybe you don’t look the same in the new version of the dream, but it is still you, running on a similar road, in a similar dream, over and over again. We (or I?!) need to wake up!