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????
