The great thing about being young is the capacity to dream, in most cases endlessly. Starting from the 2 year old me who wanted to paint hoardings, to a 10 yr old who wanted to be a spy, a 14 year old who wanted to write and make a difference, till now, a 20 year old, who still wants to be all that and more.
Every now and then I have met people who have made me feel otherwise, taking me further from my dream, leaving me a little more bruised than yesterday. There have been times when even the pebble in sand seemed to have a better life and the moon in dark night gave no light.
Life often seemed like a whirlwind, picking up everything wrong on its way, just before it hit me hard and landed me on the bottom of the pit. There are times when you just want to shut yourself from everyone. Even the faces that used to bring a smile seemed to draw a blank. Trust me the feeling of being sucked into a vacuum can be quiet depressing. I always wondered how things would be on the other side. There always was a feeling of hope that I would get out of it, but it was a matter of time. How long before I finally can bid adieu to formalities of education and start my dream ride?
It is true that only your dream that can inspire you the most. It is under these dreams that you can take shelter and under the same that you shine like a star. And it is only now, that we strike the balance of experience and innocence. It is only now that though everything around me may say otherwise, I have the passion to dream.
It is what it all boils down to. It is that one thing for which I don’t have to be somebody’s daughter or some university topper. Nothing can stop me from dreaming, and going back to bed each day with more hope and a millimetre closer to it. The end of it all is always curious. Would I be where I want to be? In a way, it does not matter.
I atleast had the passion to dream and more important had the guts to follow it like a psychotic stalker!
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