Daring to Dream
I have been drafting a lot of posts in the month of march but the reason I didn't update my blog was because I hadn't yet found the composure- both of my own self and my texts. Hence, when I begin typing this post, it is full of apprehension. But of a different kind.
I do not care of writing a perfect piece, not to make any mistake or ranting. I write this article in a state of emotional dizziness- my inner turmoil put to words.
We all dream, or at least used to dream while we were young. Dreams of becoming a pilot, policeman, driver, doctor, and what not. That time, we were driven not by the glamour or money but the feeling that the character brought to us. We used to feel proud, caring, tough and famous while imagining ourselves to be in those shoes. And we wished we would quickly grow up so that we could be what we dreamt of.
Oblivious to the hardships, "realities" and complications that life had in store for us.
Our dreams were untamed. Wild, free, infinite and most of all- happy. I still remember the high that I used to get when someone praised me for being a good student and said- "You will become a scientist one day"
There was no pressure on us and we too never exactly "pursued" those dreams (atleast voluntarily)
After all they were, dreams :)
And then something happened. Slowly but steadily, we grew up. The wheels of time pushed us along with it, without us knowing. Suddenly, as if woken up from a deep slumber we came to realize that life wasn't the same anymore. We had so many things to manage- grades, parental expectations, peer pressure, society and of course, love.
Amidst all these our timid dreams just got lost somewhere. We were so caught up in trying to keep up with the world, that we forgot our responsibilities to our own self. And in the process we ended up being devoured. The world, in a sense is like a black hole, the more it devours dreams, the hungrier and more powerful it becomes. It becomes a force so strong that it needs an herculean effort to resist it. No wonder we have more workers and less dreamers in our society.
In fact, at this point of time, we are desperately in need of such dreamers more than ever before. The visionaries who can usher in fresh change in this world rancid with stale thoughts, ideas and the veneer of confirming to the established norms. Everytime we follow these "norms" we kill a little bit of our dream, a little bit of us.
Do you know what kills a person? Its not the death of his body. But the death of his dream. Especially the one he had nurtured since the beginning. It is excruciating to see people, living ordinary and mundane lives doing well and your idea tanking just because it was too 'radical'.
But a true dreamer never dies. He rises from the ashes like a phoenix and dares to dream again. To challenge the society, to put his mark on the world, and to gain immortality through his ideas which shall live long after his body leaves the mortal world. And that, my friend, is how I want my life (and death) to be.
I do not care of writing a perfect piece, not to make any mistake or ranting. I write this article in a state of emotional dizziness- my inner turmoil put to words.
We all dream, or at least used to dream while we were young. Dreams of becoming a pilot, policeman, driver, doctor, and what not. That time, we were driven not by the glamour or money but the feeling that the character brought to us. We used to feel proud, caring, tough and famous while imagining ourselves to be in those shoes. And we wished we would quickly grow up so that we could be what we dreamt of.
Oblivious to the hardships, "realities" and complications that life had in store for us.
Our dreams were untamed. Wild, free, infinite and most of all- happy. I still remember the high that I used to get when someone praised me for being a good student and said- "You will become a scientist one day"
There was no pressure on us and we too never exactly "pursued" those dreams (atleast voluntarily)
After all they were, dreams :)
And then something happened. Slowly but steadily, we grew up. The wheels of time pushed us along with it, without us knowing. Suddenly, as if woken up from a deep slumber we came to realize that life wasn't the same anymore. We had so many things to manage- grades, parental expectations, peer pressure, society and of course, love.
Amidst all these our timid dreams just got lost somewhere. We were so caught up in trying to keep up with the world, that we forgot our responsibilities to our own self. And in the process we ended up being devoured. The world, in a sense is like a black hole, the more it devours dreams, the hungrier and more powerful it becomes. It becomes a force so strong that it needs an herculean effort to resist it. No wonder we have more workers and less dreamers in our society.
In fact, at this point of time, we are desperately in need of such dreamers more than ever before. The visionaries who can usher in fresh change in this world rancid with stale thoughts, ideas and the veneer of confirming to the established norms. Everytime we follow these "norms" we kill a little bit of our dream, a little bit of us.
Do you know what kills a person? Its not the death of his body. But the death of his dream. Especially the one he had nurtured since the beginning. It is excruciating to see people, living ordinary and mundane lives doing well and your idea tanking just because it was too 'radical'.
But a true dreamer never dies. He rises from the ashes like a phoenix and dares to dream again. To challenge the society, to put his mark on the world, and to gain immortality through his ideas which shall live long after his body leaves the mortal world. And that, my friend, is how I want my life (and death) to be.
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