YY used to laugh at this line and remarked that there is only ONE world and so this sentence does not make sense.
Well, logically speaking, it doesn't; but figuratively it does.
I especially feel it now very often, as if i've been transformed from one world to another -- from a world filled with love, hope and happiness, to a world filled with hurt, despair and sorrow.
So those dramas are right all the whole -- there indeed can be more than one world.
Sometimes i have this strange unexplainable feeling that my life isn't real. It was as if i'm living in a dream, or probably i am in a daze and have this dream-like sensation.
This reminds me of an very old post that i've written when i first started this blog. I wrote about Zhuang Zi dreamt about butterfly, and then he questioned if it was indeed he was a human dreaming about a butterfly, or he was actually a butterfly who dreamed that it was a man?
So on the same token, maybe what i'm living now day-in and day-out is simply a dream?
Anyway, i guess having such feeling is normal for people who are traumatised. Things just happened too fast and too unexpectedly that nothing feels real.
Just a year back, i was living in comfort, own a car, relatively happy in life (job stress aside), with the love of my life by my side, feeling loved and fulfilled.
Then all of the sudden, things changed. I am now stuck in a rented room, commuting by public transport, alone most of the time, feeling hurt and empty.
Frankly, this is not a change that can easily be adapted to, but i guess i should give myself a pat on the shoulder. After being transformed from that world to this, i still manage to be alive and keep my sanity at this very moment, i am not doing too bad i guess.
But then, as usual, i can always do better, in fact a lot better.
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