World is brimmed with agony and we are fighting a battle where the consequences might stand its own judgment without our involvement. You may hit the button of denial over this fact but things don’t change for convenience.
In this mode of crisis, what have we got to hold on to welcome the future that seems blurred? What makes each and everyone to toil unfazed to meet the reality?
What is to come seems possible because the human has an ability to dream.
In a narcotic state of the mind, dreams give a man the indisputable power to reign what he wants to have. Dreams remain a mystery; like God. It is in the dual nature of making us happy and sad. We smile because it occurred to us and feel sad because it is only illusion.
Dreams have their own captive ways; tendency to bring the person of submission into its fort.
Dreams lack the hierarchy of classification. We are not sure if they are materialistic or emotional. Are the dreams going to throw abundance of power over us or help us move forward in life?
Nobody is aware of their occurrence but everyone wants them. Dreams have no beginning or end, no structure or period.
There is no bias in any form. No religion or region or colour. Dreams are for everyone and anyone.
I am not talking about the bright lit star that appears in the eyes of the lustful teenager when he sees his star on the television.
I have not mentioned the frustration that appears in the face of a child when he craves for another toy.
I don’t point the smile on the face of a young man when he sees his favourite car that passes by his street.
I am not intending the pleasure that arises out of a woman when she buys her own jewellery.
I don’t know how to put in words the feelings that are strong. I am trying to decode a particular form of dream.
When a dream occurs, do you wake up to think?
To know that half of you is denying that it is impossible while other half is happy that it occurred.
Does the mind transit between the impossibilities and says there is no harm in trying to make it happen? Does time test your faith only feel good about what it may seem when it becomes a reality?
Does your heart want to believe in its power and make it true? For a moment, you want to go against all odds and the world to make it happen.
This hidden emotion of highest order, to me, is the real dream.