I hope, I believe and therefore, I dream.
Dreams that hold my self together, dreams that are distant yet surreal. Dreams that make life worth living. The dreams I am in no hurry to live, the dreams that I enjoy inching slowly towards- feeling more alive, more human all the way.
I believe in such dreams- my wide eyed hopes of paradise. that one stroke on my life's canvas which will make it complete. The dream that is such a passion, it becomes religion- i becomes your existence.
I long for such a dream..a thought, a hope that resonates in my soul and reverberates my existence.
I am a dreamer but alas! a human first. A constant submission to the demands of never satiating human desire has left me wanting of that dream- that purpose. The crux of my existence is missing-that one passion for which I will give up myself.
I wonder often whether its just me, or the human race at large which is truly purposeless or temporarily holidaying at best! Where's my dream????
How happy a mother feels, when she see's her kid enjoying a cone of ice-cream.
ReplyDeletewho's responsible for mother's happiness?
'ice-cream' or 'the fact that kid is enjoying it'
sometimes, when searching for the essential truth, you happen to miss the happiness which you get in enjoying the beauty of life around you.
they say a warm smile appeared on Buddha's face
when he achieved enlightment under a Banyan tree. interestingly not many people bothered to ask him what did he discover.
they just found comfort in him being happy.
that was all they wanted.
when you are truly appreciative of the life bestowed upon you, you become a beacon of happiness for the ships lost in fog of uncertainity and loneliness.
can this be a crux of one's existence?