Part of my new journey is spiritual. Trying to figure out why we are all here on this earth and what our purpose is.

I had a dream recently. A wise old monk in long robes came up to me and put one hand on each side of my face. The palms of his hand rested on my jawbone and the tips of his fingertips rested on my temples. When he put his hands on my face, all anxiety and fear, all negative feelings, left me. What remained were feelings of peace, calm, and comfort. I felt uplifted, validated, and whole. I could have remained like that, locked into those good and positive feelings, forever.

After I woke up, I tried to recall what it felt like to have only peace and calm. As I tried to recall, I could feel myself relax as I was able to get back close to that state. The dream was like some sort of gift that I can replay over and over again, to get to a calm and peaceful place.