I remember a dream I saw when I was little and I couldn't survive for a long time. I was a believer in my dream. My body was fetal, but my head was as advanced as it was at my age. I had a lot of creatures around me, and we were swarming in and out of a sticky fluid. It's like we're looking for something to stick to.
We were living creatures that were divided into parts. I mean, he was a piece out of one, and if we didn't find the main part we belong to, we were gone, so we were looking for him in a panic so he wouldn't disappear. After this dream-like dream, I remember for a long time looking at my mother and father with paranoid eyes: I wonder which part of me, which one should I stick to?
It is difficult for a person to accept that he cannot exist alone, but more difficult is that he can accept the whole of which he belongs. Perhaps all the problems of existence are the pains of learning to be particles. I am sure that the first step that man will take to freedom is to be part of a whole.
I accept that there is a part of this society that society can exist without me but that I need a whole to be mine. Accepting a realistic freedom, rejecting the whole opens the door to a false sense of freedom.
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