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How amazing and complex is our life and our world full of paths and possibilities. If you could walk on my shoe you would understand why do i say that. So many memories and adventures. So many wars and tragedies. A lot happened in my eventful life and i still hopefully have a long way to go. How about your life? What would happen if i walk in your shoe? If i can see all you saw? Maybe you will answer me with some cynicism trying to convince me your life was uneventful.Was not interesting. I kinda doubt it. Those million minutes were full of ideas and dreams and good things. Probably bad things too. My point is: No matter how much of this life we do know it will never be more than a tiny sample. For the full knowledge one should have the possibility of knowing every moment of everyone’s life and much more. Everything’s life. Every lifeless event. But then we are talking about god or something like that. My point is: We can only see the world through our eyes and our experiences. How cool it would be if we could share more. If we could walk in each other’s shoes.

Some say dreams are the mind interpretation of our current event. Others say it’s the reboot of the brain and it’s cleaning system. Other says it’s were we can see the future and the past. Orpheus was always a wonder subject in all cultures. We still don’t understand all the reasons involved in our dreams. Scientists can explain some neurological aspects and spiritualists try to guess but there’s no complete version of it. Nobody knows. I can tell from my own experience that i already had a dream of things to come. And things came. Maybe it was just a coincidence but i rarely remember my dreams and that one woke me up. Six months later i learned a really big healthy issue that is resolved right now but had no way to be mistaken by any other event. Still that was the only time it happened and that can’t prove anything. Maybe there’s a quantic explanation saying that the power of that dream could materialize the event afterwords. Who knows. Freud said dreams are the interpretations of our desires and fears. But some dreams are so confusing. It’s kinda hard to accept this theory. Maybe it’s a channel to the divine. Maybe there’s something else out there and the way we communicate with it is in our dreams. All we know is that Mr. Sandman’s realms are still a mystery too good to be solved.

I remember when i was young my father telling me i had to stop dreaming and realize what i really had to do with my life because life is hard and one have to face up reality and responsibility. I tried to go against him and i decided to be as creative as i could. First i tried to play music but i learned that with no money i couldn’t go far away from my home. Then i tried to do photography. I’m good at it but i couldn’t make a living on it as well. Later on i discovered film. It had music and photography and creativity all in the same combo. I saw i couldn’t go very far living in my father’s home because for him it would be still a dream and not something real. I left his house and started working my way in film very slowly. Many times when i talked to him he would try to convince me that i was wasting my life with something that was not a real job. Then i started getting better and better in my field. After twenty years he still tried to find some weakness in my life specially financial to be able to say i was wasting my life. Now i’m an internationally know director and this year he asked me to work in his company. He said he was seventy and he was about to quit. Either i decided to keep it going or he would sell. After all this time i felt the job i believe i was tailored to do and started to work with him in a field i have no expertise. I guess i was really wasting my life because i would never end up turning my back to him. I realized fathers keep saying to their sons to stop dreaming but what they really want is to see their dreams living on their children’s hands.