Do you know this feeling, when you turn into yourself, diving through all the thoughts that matter you? I often went into this world, searching for answers, memories or just to forget the outer world for some seconds or minutes. Feels like sitting, no, floating in a bubble, you float through all the ideas, all the problems, all the stuff you experienced in your life.

You can look all around in this bubble that surrounds your body and mind, 360 degrees of sight into all directions. As you look out, there are enlightened spots, usually on the surface of your consciousness, that are things you've already discovered, things, that are already clear and logical, which make sense for you.

As you dive deeper, the light will fade with the depth, darkness taking it's place instead, dominating most of your sight. The bubble, which covers and protects you, will diminish with the inner pressure your mind is causing on it's fragile wall. Places of ourselves we never visited, maybe fears, disinterests, traumatic scenes we witnessed, or boundaries we set on our own. Sometimes we're forced to travel into this lightless places, must find solutions in them in a hurry or are pushed to do so, living through bad things another time,
in other cases curiosity fuels the wish to do so, the urge and impulse to learn new sides of us and others, getting other perspectives on some thesis or argument, discovering wishes we pushed away a long time or the search for selfenlightenment.

At least, if you keep diving deeper than that, you will reach the threshold to the subconsciousness, which cannot be passed through that easily, rejecting the bubble and don't allow it to get further. It's a wall that can't be trespassed without help. It's a secure installment, keeping people from endlessly sinking to the ground of this great oceans each one of us calls his or her own. There's no light, only pitchblack, blinding darkness. In severe cases, we wouldn't surface from there again, keep trapped by our thoughts, the bubble collapsing and bursting under the weight of that endless stream of depression or desperation, at the end getting drowned and crushed by water and pressure...



...but that's were friends and/or family come into play, taking you by your arm, showing ways to surface again into reallife and come back into the sun, to get tickled by it's warming rays and reaccumulate courage to face it another time, saying to us:


"Hey, why are you sitting here so silent? That's crap! There's no reason for that. Get out and show the world yourself, selfconfidently!"


Travels in inner spheres can be useful, as long as people don't lose track on theirselves and the real dimensions that they live in. I'm thankful, that I know people that keep and help me swimming, showing me, that there are no boundaries which cannot be taken, showing me, what life has to offer. There's always a way which we can walk on further, but sometimes we need help to see them.

My honest thanks for my friends.