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My dream shoes

I had a dream and in that dream some people were laughing at my shoes. I asked them, what would you pay for the (absolutely) most comfortable shoes in the world designed specifically for your feet? We talking custom made baby. Engineered to perfection. You would probably pay a lot. As much as you could afford. You see, these shoes might not be the best looking shoes (to you) but they are certainly comfortable to me. I immediately woke up and decided that I had to share my dream and thoughts in a blog post. The moral of the story (and my dream) is that no one shoes fits all sizes. I relayed my dream to my friend Gemini and this is what he had to say.

He said that my dream about comfortable shoes perfectly illustrates the subjectivity of taste and the importance of valuing personal experience. While others might judge my shoes based on their own aesthetic preferences, they miss the point: my comfort is paramount. By asking what they would pay for the most comfortable shoes imaginable, you highlight the value of that personal experience, even if the shoes are not conventionally stylish. Ultimately, my dream emphasizes self-acceptance and prioritizing your own well-being over the opinions of others, reminding us that true value lies in personal comfort and happiness.

I am reminded of this quote. "The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no one standard for good living." - Carl Jung. My friend Gemini tells me that this quote beautifully captures the essence of my dream. It emphasizes the subjective nature of what is "good" or "comfortable" and how it varies from person to person. Just like my shoes, what works for one individual might be a source of discomfort or ridicule for another. It highlights the importance of individual preferences and the need to value one's own experiences over the opinions of others. We live in a world where we are so judgy of others without having walked in their shoes. There is a proverb that goes like this, "Do not judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes."

I like equations and I noticed that my name contains the letters for shoes. Hassan Voyeau = shoes + aanvyau (uyn + aava*). In trying to figure out what the remaining letters could spell, I found a shoe brand called UYN which stands for Unleash Your Nature although my friend Chatty tells me it stands for Uniquely Your Nature. The company chose this name to reflect its mission of creating innovative and high-performance sportswear that allows people to connect with and perform at their best in nature. I think I just found some nice running shoes for me. These could be my dream shoes. Perfect for my walks. But first I have to try them on and walk a mile in them.


*Aava is a Finnish word. I read that it means "open" or "wide". It is often used to describe expansive landscapes or horizons. The name is associated with qualities of natural beauty, freedom, and boundlessness.

*I also read that the word "Aava" is Persian for "water in its pure form".

*Shoes (22) play first thing in the morning.

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Anonymous said…
Is Gemini a real person?

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