What If It’s All a Joke?
I spent a lot of time thinking on the images, sounds, emotions and events of the Fool’s fourth entry into my dreams in less than year. I think that in many ways it sums up the most fundamental inner conflict of my life. At heart, I have been and maybe I still am an idealist. A dreamer. A believer. I still find great wisdom in the secret that the fictional Little Prince learns from his friend, the fox: “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
On the other hand, faith has never come easy for me. I’m also a seeker. I question everything and I’m curious to no end. And in many cases, my searching has not led me to deeper faith, but to ever increasing doubt. I believed in Santa longer than anyone in my class at school, even into the 5th grade. Why? Because I believed, very firmly, that my parents would never lie to me about something so important. From the time I found out they had, I rarely trusted what I was told by anyone again. I felt like a fool for having believed for so long. I was embarrassed and ashamed and realized why so many people had made fun of me for being so naive. There’s a part of me that never wants to be taken for that kind of fool again.
Date: August 24, 2009
Categories: Dream Analysis and Interpretation, Dreams, Religion & Philosophy
