Disillusioned

Dedication

~{ 10.1 - Autre Rêve }~

Yet again, I was surrounded by white. 

A white that encapsulated the loneliness of my inner self.

The endless and vast white, with nothing seen in sight.

Compared to the restricted halls that I walk through the White Room—the halls of uneasiness—the only thing I feel right now, is freedom.

What brings us happiness?

Is it money? Is it fame? Is it freedom?

Everybody obtains happiness through different means, as everybody has different ideas of happiness.

Happiness is subjective.

Just because it brings one person happiness, it does not mean it will bring another.

But, where does this drive for happiness form?

Happiness forms from our dreams.

We dream to form our happiness.

By reaching our goals—our dreams, we bring happiness to oneself.

Right now, in my dream, all I feel is freedom. 

The freedom of being surrounded by an infinite white cage.

I wished to temporarily leave the cage of the White Room, and to experience freedom. 

So, if this dream is supposed to bring me freedom, then why do I feel uneasy about it?

"You can't find true freedom within a physical reality"

I don't know where to find freedom, or happiness.

"You can only find happiness within your dreams"

Why do I feel unsatisfied, even within my dreams?

"That is because you are placing yourself in an infinite cage."

Can freedom not bring me happiness? Is freedom a lie?

"You are placing yourself in the wrong dream."

If so, then, what is the right dream?

"Something that is not confined by physical boundaries."

Why do my dreams have to be limited?

"You can't escape his reach."

Can I even dream?

"Place yourself in the right dream."

... What is the right dream?

"That is for you to find out."

... Can a person like me, even have dreams?

"What is your dream?"

... A place where you are supposed to find happiness.