I had a dream last night that I walked with some friends under the nighttime sky. We smiled, we laughed. Our conversation was interrupted by an extreme bright light and a loud popping sound above.
Must be fireworks. When we looked up in the sky, we seen volcano eruptions instead! The world was ending.
Everything around us suddenly looked different.
Everyone was in a panic! My friends whom I walked with were more disappointed. Not disappointed because death was near. Not disappointed because of the loss of loved ones. They were disappointed because they didn't achieve the dreams and goals they set out for themselves.
They'd wasted their time on this beautiful earth, focusing on things of unimportance. Being brain washed. Being a product of mainstream society. They worked jobs they hated their whole lives, instead of finding their passions. Instead of doing what they loved.