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A ripple in the surface

"You can get caught in the day-to-day grind. It's like never lifting your head up to look ahead a year, a month, or even a week. It takes all your energy to get through each day. You become short-sighted."
I read this paragraph in a book today. I had not thought of it like this in a long time; of losing ourselves in trying to make a living; in trying to make us a future, we lose our future.
Just sit for a while and think of your dreams in your childhood about your life ahead. And what you have become now. I suppose not many people would say "Yes, I am doing what I wanted to do in my childhood." And even those who did realise their dreams, may be a disappointed lot as their dreams do not match the reality, of the grinding daily struggle.
I, for one, dreamt of becoming a sleuth (inspired by Nancy Drew & Hardy Boys novels), joining military, becoming a great scientist and getting Nobel Prize for my groundbreaking invention which would help the world (I had even thought of my speech and whether my mom should wear a shawl to the function later), being the President of India, doing something to help all the beggars and labourers in my country, becoming an intellectual who always had an opinion about everything under the sun...
I feel my energy draining slowly in getting ready every morning which all seem alike, running to catch the bus, walking to the office, doing the routine, coming home, eating and sleeping. Sometimes I feel like not eating just for the heck of it, to break my routine.
And now, I feel I have done nothing. Nothing that would help the poor (or even the rich for that matter).
Let us see what life bestows.

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  1. may be after few years i will feel the same what you are feeling now.......because yet i am in that 'dreaming' stage of life.......

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