I watched the movie "Joe Versus the Volcano" this past weekend. I own the movie, and have watched it a handful of times over the past couple of years. I was once again inspired. The movie touches on the uncomfortable topic of "selling your soul to money in exchange for 'apparent' security". Basically, the world is full of people who are afraid to pursue their dreams because they are unwilling to leave their security zones.



The irony is that death is unavoidable, and even money can't help us in every situation. How many people - regardless of economic status - die early from cancer, heart attacks, or accidents? Too many people spend the best years and hours of their fleeting lives self-enslaved to a miserable job because they are afraid to lose the security of the paycheck or the familiarity.

It makes me wonder, what would the world look like if everyone did what they truly enjoy doing?

Think about this. What if all people were immortal - they couldn't die and time was irrelevant? What would these immortal, eternal people do with their time? No retirement to save for. No worries. No hurries. What would you do with your time?

Ok, I can hear the voice saying, "But we're not immortal. So, the thought is unrealistic." That is both right and wrong. We don't have forever in these earthly bodies, but we do have forever in our spiritual bodies.

Don't be afraid to take risks or change. The worst thing that can happen to a person is not death; we all have to face the volcano sooner or later. The worst thing is to be alive, but uninspired and miserable. We have to find ways to really live.

Hiding from the Enemy and Painless Caning

This morning I dreamt:
 

I was in a friend's house. I was there with Emily. The feeling was casual. We were just hanging out with a friend. For some reason, it felt as if this house was in Russia or Eastern Europe. The friend soon told us to hide under a bed because a person was coming over to the house that wanted to report us to the authorities or something like that. Emily and I hid under the bed.

The scene changed. I was in custody to some people that were caning me. They had something similar to a police baton. For some reason I could not feel anything when they hit me. This was a good thing for me, but also a bad thing. Because I was not expressing any pain, they continued to cane me, and in various ways. At one point they were caning my ankle bones. I realized that my body was actually being harmed despite the lack of pain. I started to act like I was in pain so that they would eventually stop. After the beating was finally over, I met a person that knew me. My body was badly bruised and swollen everywhere, even the face. The person that knew me was horrified when he saw me. I told him, "Yeah, it was pretty bad, but it didn't hurt." Naturally, the person didn't believe me.

End of Dream

Wandering in the Middle of a Stadium Air-Runway

This morning I dreamt:

I was at a sporting event - something like a stadium. However, within the stadium was an airport runway. There were two lanes of the runway. The traffic in the lanes went in opposite directions to each other. I was in between the two runway lanes - like a median. I saw a very massive airplane approaching. The plane looked like a blimp with wings. The plane appeared to be out of control. I thought it might crash. At the last moment the pilot managed to land the plane, but in the wrong runway lane. Some people started shouting at me. They told me that I was not supposed to be where I was standing. I told them that I was just wandering around and found myself there. I didn't know that I was not supposed to be there.

End of Dream