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What Happened to My Dreams?

Everyone has dreams in life. In the walking of our life, we realize some of them and yet some are lost. Lost dreams forever. I had childhood dreams as every one of my type does. Many of which are lost, stolen and unfulfilled. What happened to my dreams? I’m seriously asking. I was meant to realize them. I’m a man like every other man else.

I had dreams to travel the world, to live by the sea, to help the needy, and to be the person my parents want me to be.

I had dreams to create new things, to succeed in my career, to grow up and make the world a better place for everyone in it.

I had dreams to bring peace among people, to share what I have, to live in harmony and fight for inequality.

I had dreams to sing a song, make lasting movies, paint my imagination, speak my mind and live happily.

I had dreams to listen to the elderly, walk on the moon light, play on the rain and make people happy.

I had dreams…

What happened to these all dreams? Vanished because they were impossible?

It seems natural that many of us have lost dreams.

Everyone believes they live for a purpose. Yes! We live for a purpose; to unfold opportunities and unscrew problems. But somewhere along the line, we change. We stop being us. We let people stick a finger in our face and tell us we’re not good. People start defining our life in terms of their narrow mind. And when things got hard, we start looking for something to blame. That’s what has happened to me as well.

As a son of proud peasants, where they win over very hard life, I’ve learnt a lot of lessons. One of the things my parents taught me, and I’ll always be grateful for the gift, is to not ever let anybody else define me. Whether I’m a failure, a winner or someone somewhere in between, it’s my life. I’m the driver and I’ll always be. You too.

Here is a message from an old friend.

“First I was dying to finish my high school and start college. And then I was dying to finish college and start working. Then I was dying to marry and have children. And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough so I can go back to work. But then I was dying to retire… And now I’m dying… And suddenly I realized I forgot to live. Please don’t let this happen to you. Appreciate your current situation and enjoy.” You see life is what happens to us while we are busy making other plans.

How you live your life is up to you. You have to go out and grab the world by the horns. Rope it before it ties you down and decides for you. We were born to travel the world, live happily, help people, succeed in everything, and live all the happy life. The fact behind life is that we live as if we were never going to die, and die as if we had never lived.

But sometimes shit happens; the heart is burdened with grief, nothing looks bright. It is not easy to shake off the gloom. The more you try to run away from it, the more it chases you. You might spend days darker than the night, misfortunes that end fatally. Ups and downs that doesn’t teach you a lot.

This is in short what we call life, and to the end,  that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us – that’s snatched right out of our hands – even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

To realize our dreams and succeed in life, knowing success is not the only way. Like success, failure is many things to many people. With positive mental attitude, failure is learning experience, a rung on the ladder, and a plateau at which to get your thoughts in order to prepare to try again. Regardless of all the failures, hindrances, back breaks, emptiness, heart-breaks, and everything worse,… we are still walking and there is still a way to go and realize our dreams and dream new dreams.

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