Life offers you a road to dream ,so, the art is to stay in the mid-way___ the way which margins ingratitude and rebelliousness. This path makes its map in our imaginations at a very early age . "Go , Keep on moving and be Happy again " , a child's first murmur to his ear by a real story's book wizard , could be a mother or a gran. Then comes a mentor from your playgroup to the last class of Academic career : 'Dream Big , Dream High , no matter how hard you fall ,keep on going ' . Last , comes old age where if you are left dissipated by winds of all life' stages , you are taught , "You are never too old to set a new goal ,keep on trying till your last breath ."
We whole life wait for the sun to rise and assume that the buzzing we have heard close by is a nature's divine call to make sure presence of our destination . This anxious wait followed by positive pats make us dream___dream like titans. Then in a blink of an eye , the straight road doubles and Fate asks you to make choices : to go in the direction of the gold glittered shoes all your life you wished for , or to chose to be a part of "The Great Caravan" because "The Great Caravan" after all belongs to the most important relations in your life. The dreamer stops stone-still while fumbling in his pocket of wits he comes out with the thought " My people are more important than my dreams ."
His dictionary adds up another word : Regret. Only his heart knows the pain of not braving enough to set off for the road , he never dared taken .Years pass by and chances begin to slip from his fingers at a much impeding pace. In this journey he is handed over a gazillion motivational books , enclosing ever inspiring stories and folk lore about heroes who survived slumbering giants , crawled over banks of thorns and ultimately successfully crossed seas of hardships. But what for ?
In reality, A Dreamer if rushes forward to his goal is not a dreamer but a rebel to many because Sacrifice , Patience and Gratitude are the contents of happy life , the same people who kept you imagining all your life good fortune of Goldilocks, flying carpet , a Miraculous Genie and ideal conclusion of Cinderella step back and would ask you to quit your path and sacrifice for a noble cause . Yes almost all of us to our capacity sacrifice , we scrunch our ego , we envelope our dismay of living with the people we never liked and we pretend to be okay among the camaraderie of all those trials we never expected .
Life moves on with an acceptance that every living has to pay a wage. For one cult you are tagged as coward for not chasing your dreams and for the other school of thought no compromise of yours goes appreciated as for them you did nothing exceptional. For few wise lads, " Jo na mil Saka use Bohol Ja "
The world with its duality offers you ears with acute indifference. In this long run the agony of losing your dreams is less hurting but it tears the heart apart to know at some stage of your life that the most trusted people : Mother , Gran, Your Favourite Author and your inspirational mentor lied to you for dreaming high. They never told you in life dreams holds a secondary significance because saving relation is another name of a " Sublime Goal " itself.
Life not exactly plays a trick upon the dreamers but it works on give and take principle to balance the sundry faces of the world. If it gives you a bed of thistledown , then it may ask from you a body of steel. If it gives you night , it asks from you in return muscles of a labour. If in case it does not compensate you back , remember to look down people below your status and most importantly learn dangling your feet in brooks of all kinds.
What about the mid-way path of dreams I started my article with ? Let's not talk about it , let's behold to the idea that some day when Lord would ask us to empty our pockets on His Table we would present Him the Baggage of unsaid words behind our never narrated story and Slayed blood of our dreams for winning His Creations.
Collecting the tears shed by humans
The listless Sea perhaps lost its atlas...!!
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