I have been dreaming
again. You know the outlawed kind. We are quick to blameworthiness the world.
Someone - something must have done something that this dreadful tragedy
happened. Someone must have illicit it on me to not dream. Something must have
happened. I wondered about that for so long.
But
really, it was me. I don't remember exactly when, but at some point, I forbade
myself to dream. I don't know how. I took off my rose colored glasses and saw
the world as it was and decided that dreaming wasn't worth it anymore. Things
weren't going to get any better than they were and living in realism means
accepting it. Eyes on the road, feet on the ground. Let's follow the path.
Let's not make it. Let's not pretend like someday we'll be flown off our feet.
Let's not give love too much thought. It is, but a dream. Let's hope that
someone will take pity on us and walk with us for a while, and that would be
enough.
The magic
in life - the magic that makes you breathe and bleed, it is but a chimera. A
child's play. A party trick. But God, almighty God, isn't that the most
beautiful thing you have ever seen - ever felt? Dreaming about magic, dreaming
about the possibility that you could be better than who you are right now,
dreaming about a whiff of happiness. Dreaming that your life could
matter.
Rab Rakha!!!!!
