Just had what's arguably the best and most lucid dream in weeks. A dream where, finally, I seem to have found whatever I was looking for in all dreams before, and I could finally stop searching. But when all the dream dust has cleared, I begin to wonder if this is really what I'm looking for? Countless fortune-tellings, card readings and horoscopes seem to counsel against it, any one of each I'll take with a big pinch of salt, but the collective weight of which will cause me to die of liver failure.
Then again, it's not been long enough since I paid a heavy price for not trying, for not giving things a chance. 2 lines in 孙悟空 by 五月天 summarises how I feel:
