We die… In the quest of living one’s dream…

Left alone in the vicinity of his solitude, he lay down on the concrete floor of his building terrace. The stars were twinkling bright. The clouds moved with the wind. The moon played hide and seek as the cool breeze gained its momentum. It gave him the moment of peace that he has been longing for. He kept his phone away from himself. He wanted to be alone. In past few months his life has picked up a pace, he wasn’t even able to give some time to himself. It was very late at night; he wasn’t even bothered to check the time. Past three years of college passed by in a blink. He was clueless about what he did in this past three years of his college life. And in another a month or two, he would face several interviews. He wasn’t even sure whether he was ready for the life which was only a year ahead or not. These days money has become an important priority for everyone that their dreams are fading away.

“Is there even a need to dream?” he reflected

People don’t do things which define them. They don’t go for things which make them happy and feel alive. Instead they have inherited a habit of beating around the bush behind making wads and wads of money. They don’t see this way that if they conquer the quest of living one’s dream then money would follow certainly. But they think that life is a race and in this race they are so busy they don’t have time for themselves. Every human is so tied-up with several priorities that they don’t have a life. In short they are living a fucked up life. You wake up, go for work, come back, eat and then sleep. And the same routine is followed until they get retired from their work thinking they will travel around the world with their children. But they often forget that the whole beating around the bush concept that they had left, continues to screw the lives of their children and they complain. They complain about everything when one fine day they are on their death bed. Then what next??? A blank screen as you close your eyes and get drown in the arms of death.

What is the use of a life which we get only once? Are we born only because we have to make loads of money? What is the meaning of our existence in this world? And when death is only the permanent thing then, why we have a life? Has anyone ever taught us about living our dream? Why we have to become a rebel in the quest of chasing our own dream? Why we spend a lifetime doing things that we don’t want to do? Has ever anyone inspired us to go for our dream?

And when we talk about our dream with anyone, instead of encouraging us that we have realized the reason for our existence in this world they start giving long lectures on how immature our dream is, how we are wasting our time behind all this which seems very impractical to them. Then I ask you one thing, if one’s dream is impractical then, are those people who succeeded in living their dream belongs to some other species? Are they not human? Then why so many questions we have to answer? Why people have an opinion about everything? Why they don’t want to live their life for themselves? And if someone does they make their life living hell.

Idea of living a secured life is good but not on the cost of your dream. We spend our whole childhood and teenage dreaming about something we want to become in life. And those dreams are washed away when we get a reality check and come back to the reality when life shows its rationality. Instead of brooding over it after getting old why don’t we take chances now? You never know you might end up living your dream. And when you succeed in living your own dream then one fine day people will get inspired from you, from the deeds that you did. And you will be remembered as a person who lived his dream. Atleast when you will be at the door of your death, you won’t be having any regrets.

Live now because it’s now or never.

Live free!!! Die hard!!!