Dreams. Everyone seems to be the same. Commuting, working from home, looking for work, lonely, claustrophobic, unfaithful, faithful…
It’s the thoughts they keep within their hearts that make them unique. The places they travel in their dreams provide a paradise or a prison cell.
No one can sense those needs for freedom. Everyone has this feeling. It can be anything, failure, success, love or hatred. To paraphrase the good writer, “everyone is battling a war no one else can see.”
Respect that soldier, because we are all that person. Uniquely imprisoned.