Riding on the dream's wagon, I passed my childhood. I was a big dreamer. I lived in my own little world where fairies existed, adventures came searching for me and I was the heroine who won always.
Now I know that all kids dream like I did. Anyway it was fun and took my mind from the outside world which seemed an alien planet to my mind. I never could mingle with anybody else, bar a few, because my beliefs were different. My aims and aspirations were different. Now I wonder if I should have atleast tried.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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