Being

Being
Heiða Helgadóttir

Being
Heiða Helgadóttir
2013

I watch the trees dance in the darkness. They look like they are trying to reach the sky, like they don´t want
to be stuck on this earth anymore. Sometimes I feel like a tree. If I was an animal, I would like to be a lion,
I feel more like a cat. Irrational fears are holding me back, like fear of the unkown where my imagination can
run free. My imagination has been feeded on horror, movies I used to watch as a teenager, ghost stories
I heard as a child and my parents trying to keep me from harm.
For me dreams are important, especially daydreams.
There I can be happy all the time, free of worries, anxiety and fear.
I can do anything... there are no limits. Everything is possible.
Maybe this life is just a dream in a different life.
Sometimes I wonder if this is all just a waste of time and then I think, what is time? Dont know why I am
here, or what I am, or what will happen after my time here. Maybe I will just dissolve and everything will
be blank. It is good to belive that there is something more. That we are more than pieces of meat walking
around waiting to dissolve. If we just dissolve then why would we worry about anything, we should all be
outside dancing and laughing. We should be no matter what happens.
If there is an almighty God, can he then create a stone that is so heavy that he himself can not lift?
Are we all going somewhere? Or nowhere?
Away from everything.
I close my eyes and breathe in the energy.
Times like theese I can enjoy just being.
I am one with everything.