Dreamless

He had no dream. He had no passion. He liked doing things though. It was just easier to be passionless and dreamless. Anything too different was his phobia. The habit of seeing a good movie every week was enough. Reading ten page of a good book each day was plenty to make him smile. If he kept doing this, he thought, life will be simple and happy. No sadness. Why have a dream if you’re happy as it is? Dreams are just work. Work is stress. Stress is bad. Dreams are therefore bad.

In the depths of his emotions he knew he was just avoiding responsibility. Avoiding life. Avoiding pleasure. Happy is a good feeling. But what is passion? What is pleasure? What is a dream, really? What does that feel like? He was too afraid to find out. The simple, basic and bare minimum life was fine. “If it’s not broken, don’t fix it" was his mantra. Keeping everything the same was easier, nothing could go wrong. It is a flawless method that has worked for millions of people for thousands of years. The unexamined life is the flawless life. After all, flaws can only be discovered upon examination. He felt like his life only consisted of mindlessness, but that was okay for him. Why worry about what cannot be seen?