When I was little, I used to eagerly wait for those days and times when something good would happen. I believed we would do a lot of hard work, save money and one day would be able to buy a Scooter. Days and months and years passed and my wish grew stronger. Then suddenly one day, my father called me and showed me a Scooter at home. It took me some time to accept that it was ours.
Over time, different days, different times and different wishes. But there was a dream. A dream is something more than just a wish. It's something that you believe is a little far from reality and you doubt that it would happen, still, you keep faith in the possibility of it. It was to have our own home built. I imagined how it would be if we had our own home. It felt so awesome just to think about it. There were so many fake memories built up in my mind. Just because of the fact that it was a dream, I tried to image a little more than what reality could permit.
A few more months passed and it felt like life was a computer game. There were levels to complete. Getting marks, passing exams, completing homework, winning prizes, getting myself appreciated. And as time passed, without any realization, the stages that had been completed looked easier to achieve. I observed. I don't remember when I started, but I observed a lot of people and things. Suddenly, I didn't want to play the game the way I had been playing it. I didn't want any of those things that anyone else whom I knew wanted.
Everything was so easy that anybody could do it. I saw our home getting built, I saw us buying a car. Those were the things that I had dreamt of. It took some efforts to realize the difference between game and life. In life, there was no end.
Slowly, observing good people around me, my purpose became different than just living and accomplishing the levels that I decided would be the end of a phase and the start of a happily ever after. I wanted to live and experience the world. I did need a home, but I didn't dream of it anymore. I wanted to visit places, meet good people and help them. And I wanted to learn to be a good person. I wanted to accept things how they are and not complain if they did not harm to anyone.
I still have a dream. I imagine a place full of bliss. A large open field fully covered with little fresh grass, a dark blue cloudy sky. I see myself lying down on it with my eyes closed, I feel no fear. No fear of people, of animals or of any sort. I am alone there but still not feeling lonely. Everyone in that world trusts others. There isn't any violence, selfishness, lies, arrogance, anger or any chance of it. It starts raining and I am smiling.
I believe in my dream. I have seen miracles happening in the world I live in. I have seen people becoming good from bad, I have seen people who couldn't live without each other go really really far and feel no affection at all for each other, and I have tried doing things that I believed I couldn't do and succeeded in them.
There are endless possibilities in the world, anything could happen. I just don't know what I will loose and what I will gain till the dream is achieved. But I am sure that a lot of things will change, a lot of things would not be the way we need them to be. No matter how sure we are about those things, they're certain to change. And the change would be unexpected. It's a contingency. There has to be an end, an unexpected end. The ones that we know about, dream about, they are no ends.
Over time, different days, different times and different wishes. But there was a dream. A dream is something more than just a wish. It's something that you believe is a little far from reality and you doubt that it would happen, still, you keep faith in the possibility of it. It was to have our own home built. I imagined how it would be if we had our own home. It felt so awesome just to think about it. There were so many fake memories built up in my mind. Just because of the fact that it was a dream, I tried to image a little more than what reality could permit.
A few more months passed and it felt like life was a computer game. There were levels to complete. Getting marks, passing exams, completing homework, winning prizes, getting myself appreciated. And as time passed, without any realization, the stages that had been completed looked easier to achieve. I observed. I don't remember when I started, but I observed a lot of people and things. Suddenly, I didn't want to play the game the way I had been playing it. I didn't want any of those things that anyone else whom I knew wanted.
Everything was so easy that anybody could do it. I saw our home getting built, I saw us buying a car. Those were the things that I had dreamt of. It took some efforts to realize the difference between game and life. In life, there was no end.
Slowly, observing good people around me, my purpose became different than just living and accomplishing the levels that I decided would be the end of a phase and the start of a happily ever after. I wanted to live and experience the world. I did need a home, but I didn't dream of it anymore. I wanted to visit places, meet good people and help them. And I wanted to learn to be a good person. I wanted to accept things how they are and not complain if they did not harm to anyone.
I still have a dream. I imagine a place full of bliss. A large open field fully covered with little fresh grass, a dark blue cloudy sky. I see myself lying down on it with my eyes closed, I feel no fear. No fear of people, of animals or of any sort. I am alone there but still not feeling lonely. Everyone in that world trusts others. There isn't any violence, selfishness, lies, arrogance, anger or any chance of it. It starts raining and I am smiling.
I believe in my dream. I have seen miracles happening in the world I live in. I have seen people becoming good from bad, I have seen people who couldn't live without each other go really really far and feel no affection at all for each other, and I have tried doing things that I believed I couldn't do and succeeded in them.
There are endless possibilities in the world, anything could happen. I just don't know what I will loose and what I will gain till the dream is achieved. But I am sure that a lot of things will change, a lot of things would not be the way we need them to be. No matter how sure we are about those things, they're certain to change. And the change would be unexpected. It's a contingency. There has to be an end, an unexpected end. The ones that we know about, dream about, they are no ends.
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