Ballad of The Earth Bound Voyager

I'm on the sky
I'm in the surrealistic clouds
I see the world
I see the daisies clown around


Who could've made this dream?
And made it more than it should seem?

Don't know the reasons
Don't care how it came to be
I'm not the dreamer
I'm only sailing through the dream...

I'm on the shore
The shining waters carry me
I'm captivated
Will this dream let go of me?


Who made this mystery?
And breathed life into this dream?

Don't know the reasons
Don't care how it came to be
I'm not the dreamer
I'm only sailing through the dream...

It doesn't matter how and why

It's been a privilege and a pleasure just to be here under Heaven 

Wishing on a star, wondering where you are...

Don't know the reasons
Don't care how it came to be
I'm not the dreamer
I'm only sailing through the dream...


 


I'm an Earth bound voyager
Heading deep into the night
The stars they guide me
Bathing the path with ancient light


 

It doesn't matter how and why

It's been a privilege and a pleasure just to be here under Heaven 

Wishing on a star, wondering where you are...

Don't know the reasons
Don't care how it came to be
I'm not the dreamer
I'm only sailing through the dream...

One day they'll wake up
and the dream will set me free...
 

A Curious Life

“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.”~Albert Einstein


I think we all start off pretty much the same.
We question all kinds of simple things like, "Why does rain fall from the sky?" or, "What do mud pies taste like?"
We question everything when we are small. It is our nature to do so.
Then some where along the way, we become so very sure of the way things are,we simply stop asking questions.

We're told by our parents, our friends, our societies about the way things are. We may find this comforting, but it also takes away our own thoughts about the way things could be.
A questioning mind is an active and healthy mind, and a society of questioning minds is capable of continual renewal and growth.
Simply accepting the way things are, is the acceptance of old broken things for the sake of half remembered traditions that no longer hold meaning.

 

We must be vigilant against decay, and live a curious life. It doesn't take any special courage to do so. It is already within our grasp. We were born with the tools to wonder, and discover, and to change our minds about the way things are.

We can make things the way we hope them to be.