Once I had a dream that I was in a beautiful, but very dark house, in which there are many girls. This house was carried on its back by a giant, illuminating its path with many lights enclosed in a staff, from which it became light around, like during the day. I asked the girls: why is it so dark in this house, why is there no light? They answered me: there is no light in this house, because our light is our hearts, which were stolen by the Thief of Hearts. He illuminates his path with them, and we have nothing else to illuminate our house with. I have lived with these girls for a long time. I often looked out the window watching the landscape change, but everything was the same in the house, nothing changed, it was beautiful, but dull and dark. And the longing for my heart began to overcome me more and more every day. One day, I mustered up my resolve and called my heart back. And the heart returned. Bright lights danced along the walls of the house, illuminating everything around, and I realized that it was not as beautiful as it seemed to me before. I saw that the house was old, full of dust, and small, and suddenly I realized that I had nothing else to do in it. Firmly squeezing my light in my hands, I climbed the rope out of the window to meet the unknown and freedom, breathing in deeply the fresh night air. I was determined to go my own way, no matter how scary and difficult ...
When I woke up, I realized what this dream was about. I realized that it is not worth living only with memories - there is no light in them, like in that dark house, that they can seem more beautiful than they really are. And I also realized that if they stole your heart, you need to find the strength to bring it back, and go your own way, illuminating your path with your heart.
