Let your Dreamzz live

The world of fantasy, the wonderland that needs no passport or an entry ticket, a child’s playground where the wildest things come to life, yes it’s the cherished world of DREAMS. Dreams are an integral part of every being, a canvas to paint with shades of our own thoughts. And isn’t dreams one of the best ways to escape the monotonous, dull rigors of life. It’s the simplest and of course cheapest way to transform a drab lecture hall into a happening dance floor, the studious classmate into Bipasha Basu and the snoring roommate into a creature from Mars. With its unlimited potential to add vibrancy to life, dreams have aroused immense inquisitiveness among philosophers and psychologists. For ages, they have tried to infer meaning from them and study the cause of their origin.

However, doesn’t one find something more when one looks beyond scientific reason. Isn’t there a source of inspiration? Aren’t these flashes a signal of great inventions of the future?
“Dream, as if you are going to live forever.
Live, as if you are going to die today.”
The world of imagination that we weave around ourselves begins to lose its sheen as we grow up. For all those years that we dreamt without restraint, without barriers, are forgotten as we fall into the everyday regime. As adults, we consider dreams as fallacies, a world of myths and very easily we disown them. Thus the blossoms of imagination are trampled under the heavy foot of adulthood.
Didn’t every invention by mankind originate from ‘just a dream’? Then how can most of us bargain this essential part of our lives. We become victims of a self created situation. A condition that we hate to live in but continue to live with. We end up in jobs that we never dreamt of, we have a life partner whom we never dreamt of and with a wry smile we call it “destiny”.
As the autumn of life sets in, our heart feels heavy under the burden of unfulfilled dreams. In the silent hours, we ponder. We became what the world wanted us to, we did what the world wanted us to do, we acted the way world wanted us to and we stopped dreaming because the world wanted us to. A silent tear wets the freckled face.
A simple question reverberates in the mind: Who sold my dreams? Didn’t I appreciate when Paulo Coelho wrote that if you really want something, the whole universe conspires for you to achieve it. Then why doesn’t every human being achieve what he/she wants to? Are we afraid to take the first step? Are we guilty of dreaming? Or are we slaves of conformity?
Little questions that are often left unanswered.
Hence, let you be not the one to shed that silent tear, let not your dream remain a dream, pull it out from the dark corridors and make it the reality of your life.
Let your dreamzz live…