In an ancient and silent night, deep within my dream

In an ancient and silent night, deep within my dream, I heard the echo of forgotten wisdom, whispering among the shadows, That there is only one inborn error, one primordial mistake, And that is the illusion that we exist to be happy... In a world of broken mirrors, where hopes are fragments Of a dream scattered by the cold winds of reality, We cling to optimism like an anchor in the turbulent sea, But the waves envelop us, tossing us into dark depths. And in the unending quest for happiness, we become prisoners Of our own expectations, captives in a labyrinth of desires, Where each corner hides a locked door, a shattered promise, And we lose ourselves in this play of shadows and lights. Oh, if we could free ourselves from this burden, To see the world not as a field of contradictions, But as an eternal dance of ephemeral moments, A symphony of pain and joy, harmonized in cosmic silence. Yet we are caught in this perpetual birth of illusions, Seeking happiness like a falling star in the endless night, And in each smile, we find a promise, in each tear, a story, But the truth remains hidden, beneath the thin veil of appearances. So let us remember that we are not here to be happy, But to live, to feel each heartbeat, To embrace both the light and the shadow, And to dance in this sublime chaos, until we find peace within ourselves. In a world of broken mirrors, let us see our reflections Not as contradictions, but as parts of the whole, And embrace our wounded souls, with all their vulnerability, For in our imperfection, we find the true beauty of existence.