My dreams lately have inspired nothing but anxiety and panic, not because of the content, but because of the realization that nothing is at all like how I dreamed it upon waking up. My life isn’t exactly nightmarish. Nothing is particularly bad. I’m alive for now. I don’t have cancer for now. School is going well for now. My relationship is great for now.
The understanding that change is the only constant in life allows me to float through knowing that everything can change tomorrow, or tonight, or in an hour, or even 10 minutes from now. It’s both comforting and unsettling at the same time.