THE TWO LIVES I LIVE

At night, I dream.

Not just sleep-dreams but real ones.

Ones where I feel everything more deeply.

Where I become someone lighter… freer… more me.

In my dreams, I speak the unspoken.

I go places I’ve never been.

I feel love without fear, courage without consequence, peace without silence.

It’s as if I enter a parallel version of myself, the one that’s not bound by deadlines, doubt, or routine.

And then… morning comes.

The alarm rings.

The dreams blur.

And I return to the other life — the one filled with responsibilities, repetition, and reality.

A life where every day looks a little too much like the one before it.

It feels, at times, like I’m living two lives.

One that happens in silence and shadows.

And another that plays on loop in daylight.

The strangest part?

Both feel real.

And neither feels complete.

Sometimes I wish I could merge the two.

Bring the courage of my dream-self into the office.

Bring the peace of my night-mind into the chaos of my morning rush.

But I haven’t figured out how. Not yet.

So I live them both.

One in the quiet hours where the world fades.

And the other in the structured hours where the world demands.

Maybe one day, they’ll meet.