The lost bee…

“There are bees in every hive with inherent imperfections: they cannot navigate from the directions given by others.

They fly off everywhere. They are always getting lost. They never gather much pollen.

Yet, by an incongruous twist of fate, these bees can still dance directions to others.

And so they occasionally return from their misguided wanderings with delirious gospel of what they have found.

Good god, what they have found! It is the lost bee who finds new flowers.”
Jack Haas

Where did he go….

Recently…I lost a very close relative…not just a relative…he was also my best friend…

Even now….almost a month later..I cannot fathom why he left the world so young….

He was always full of love …..and life…..always laughing, joking, singing……never a cross word did he say to anyone…his favourite words to anyone annoying or cursing him were….”enjoy your life and be happy…..”

Yesterday…I had a dream….in that dream…I saw him walking around in some town…don’t know where….walking amongst a crowd of other people….he looked lost….searching here and there….i recognised him in the dream….realised it was him….but didn’t go near him to ask what he was doing there….i just quietly acknowledged him….and then….i woke up!

What did this mean? Is it just because we always talk about him in the day time? Or is there some kind of message there? I say this because I am pretty damn sure…that he did not want to leave this world yet….aside of this dream, I have had a few more…and he always seems sad and miserable in them….

Why? I don’t know….