I am not yet awake...

I'm a hopeless romantic. Satisfied with basic human needs and my duty to share, which hopefully results to a good life.After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. The deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in the public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.