Life
I Have a Dream.
Dreams are nothing but brittle entities.
In my mind, in the hidden side of me, where no one can see my real facial impressions, where no one can listen to my actual words or expressions! There is something called “Dreams”. It is like a black sea that makes my life high waves of happiness or, unfortunately, a catastrophic flood of grief. I am like an explorer myself, sailing in this water every night, being moved by the thoughts that are happening unconsciously. I have no control over them; they just lie in my head, and I just live with them.
I cherish these dreams like little babies wrapped in layers of sheer optimism. They lie in my mind where they grow on my memories and are enforced by my emotions. I am taking care of them while remaining inside me fully as they are filling me with a mode of intimate relationship. They shape who I really am.
However, this nice correlation is overshadowed by desiccating reality. Quite often, and especially when we are so close to achieving them, sadly, they disappear. Dreams are nothing but brittle entities that vanish when compelled by harsh touches of our life realities. That time, they go further, away from us. They disappeared. I look, I try, and I cannot find them. They stay dreams, lying in the back of our heads just like dreams.
There exist dreams that fail to unfurl their wings, imprisoned within the silvery moonbeams of expectation, seemingly denied by the stern light of the sun. And at such a moment, when the reality sun rises, disappointment knocks at my door. Time is up. It’s waking time. It is a real lifetime. It goes as an uninvited guest slowly penetrates into my being and whispers, “I killed your dreams.”
Broken dreams feel like caring for a baby bird only to see it fall down and die. The taste of broken dreams is extremely bitter. It’s the same taste as feeling hate or experiencing betrayal. No, “why” does not help. Do not try to say it. Just swallow the pain and move on.
But still, beautiful and painful stuff about dreams is interwoven throughout life itself. Achieved or not, it shapes the course of our personalities. It creates wisdom and enhances our life discussions. Yes, beauty cannot be placed in the same level of pain; it’s unfair. However, the former creates happiness, and the latter enforces resilience.
That was not the end. We should keep holding on to them tightly, biting on them strongly. It is just a break. Like the phoenix bird, our beautiful dreams will rise out of the ashes of despair someday. Just hold on to them. Trust me, they yearn to escape into our human intellect again and again.
Thoreau once said, “Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.” I find myself drawn to his wisdom. These dreams are not just idle thoughts; they have the power to reconfigure our lives with colors and elements of reality. Our invisible hands of dreams shape our being in the form of happiness and sadness, hope and despair, success and failure. So, do not lose them, even when life hits so hard. Bite on them, wait, just wait.
Despite fearing disappointment, I return to my dreams, an unexplored ocean of thoughts. Whether they come true or disappear, they make me whole. Dreams are my soul’s echoes as they reach out to who knows what end, saying what can be and what is already there. In them, I come face to face with my greatest fears, highest aspirations, and untapped possibilities for my own smallest need to my greatest being.
Good morning to those who are waiting for a dream.
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