Turn the diaries pages; find those dreams un-broken. Breathe in them for a moment! Sink in them for a moment! You’ll find the world un-shattered. Live in it for a moment! Dream in it for a moment!
Do you remember feeling that way? How bravely beautiful it felt to be a dreamer? Those little games we played, pretending to be superheroes with our fake cloaks. Naïve, yet so fearless, we were. When we were taught that if we believed that we can conquer the world, whether we had Napoleon’s blood or not, we definitely could. We were not split between our thirst for success and the gory things we call fear, practicality and circumstances. Funny, how perceptions change!
One change in the course of the wind and we become loose corpses dangling on a thin rope for dear life. The whole world is on one side and our dreams-well they are shattered somewhere in that deep, dark abyss below. Life becomes a bland approach and everything a monotonous process. We become the debris and river the society, drifting us with the flow. Those little moments of infinite euphoria are lost and the bruises our hands and knees got keeping the dream alive, disappear.
However, I believe life is the best teacher in these moments. It unravels you for its own amusement, but teaches you to be human in the process. You realize that it is okay to burn in order to rise like a Phoenix, and it is the fragility of our dreams, which makes them so dear.
So, yes I still dream. I dream of being an Eagle. I realize that I’m eighteen years of age and that former statement contradicts the intellect of an adolescent youngster who has just stepped on the first stair of adulthood; that just spirals down to doom. It’s absurd, but it’s my dream.
I want to be an Eagle in every literal sense of the sentence. I want to spread my mighty wings and soar into the sky letting the roaring wind brush past them. I want to feel that rush of exhilaration as I fly to every inch and corner of this Earth and witness nature at an arm’s length. I want to witness the horizon of every ocean and forest, the skyline of every city as the sun sets and rises.
I want to see the idyllic colors of the world that have been denied to me because I’m stuck in a four-walled room, studying, following a monotonous routine. With every passing minute, I wish I were born a bird. Free. So I could travel to faraway places that the human eye has never witnessed and watch the canvas of unfathomable colors unfold before my eyes. Witnessing all this would finally quench my thirst for adventure, that’d be the moment in which a wave of peace and tranquil will wash all the stresses of life away, throughout my beating heart.
