I can't remember when I had a beautiful dream where me and my friends were surfing on the beach. All I could feel about this scene is that we are surfing fearlessly with joy and laughter.
In another life, probably the previous life, I live by the beach, grow up in a happy family, surrounded by care and love.
In another life, I can love anyone I want, live the way I want, instead of caring too much about how other people see me.
In another life, I may die young (cuz I can't remember any of my older face), leave the world with a perfect face and clear mind.
I'm wondering why I always dream about such happy and carefree life before, actually much happier and more carefree. Probably my body, in this unsatisfactory life I'm living with, try to make myself feel better through having beautiful dreams. And after the dreams, the body thinks I could feel much better and motivated to create a better life for itself. Ehh, it must be like this.
If there is a chance, I'd like to live in ANOTHER LIFE.
