What good is this life if we don't dare to dream, if we don't have the courage to move past all hurdles, if we don't reimagine?
You dared...
The little girl who liked looking out the car window at the balconies in the old area of Saddar, reimagining them in pristine condition, died a slow death; or so you thought. Perhaps she never met her death but was in deep slumber. Perhaps she just needed to be awakened with gentle love. Perhaps she chose to close her eyes till the day came when she could open her eyes to a sight worth seeing. And awakened she was! And the sight was everything she ever dreamed of. But it wasn't for her; it wasn't hers. Was it a delusion?
People appear what they aren't and you know that. You know what they really are. People warn you, they tell you to be wary; but the world seems like a better place with them and you ignore all warnings, all signs. As you move forward with them, you realize you are not really moving forward at all but are stuck in one spot. But the illusion, oh so beautiful! There is no way forward, no end in sight, nothing to hold onto; yet you grasp onto a tiny shred of hope with all your might and just don't want to let go. You know deep down you are not the first, you know you will not be the last, you know you were not the only one; yet you hang on. You know what people tell you is true, yet you hold on. You know there is nothing special about you, yet you hang on. You know no one will ever return, yet you hang on. It's humiliating, heart-breaking, like someone twists a dagger through your heart each morning and wrenches it every night. Your mind and heart are in a constant battle everyday. You spend your days with a new hope and nights with a rapidly deepening sense of hopelessness and sorrow. Till one day you decide to make a choice, bury the dreams and close all doors as tight as possible. You move forward with a vengeance, refusing to let anything dampen your spirits. You try to build new dreams, but all you see is haze. You still move ahead with a determination never to look back! You banish all memories from you mind to the darkest place in your heart. You refuse to acknowledge the face that lingers in you mind. You turn to your heart and urge it to sing a new song, full of hope and love. You peep into your heart and gather happy moments to fill it with. You make yourself believe that you were justified in making the choices that you did. You continue to blame others for treating a poor heart like a plaything. But you move ahead. You keep your pace. Your stance changes however. You lose the chirpiness, the patience, the composure you were once known for. But you do move ahead. You put on a brave front and go through your daily motions almost mechanically. And you try to find joy in brief moments with a few special ones. And you try to let go... yes, you try hard. You try to erase the familiar face from your thoughts, your mind, your heart...you try so hard! What went wrong? Or was it wrong from the very beginning? Did it even exist? So you die with countless unanswered questions?
And all because you dared to reimagine life....
You dared...
The little girl who liked looking out the car window at the balconies in the old area of Saddar, reimagining them in pristine condition, died a slow death; or so you thought. Perhaps she never met her death but was in deep slumber. Perhaps she just needed to be awakened with gentle love. Perhaps she chose to close her eyes till the day came when she could open her eyes to a sight worth seeing. And awakened she was! And the sight was everything she ever dreamed of. But it wasn't for her; it wasn't hers. Was it a delusion?
People appear what they aren't and you know that. You know what they really are. People warn you, they tell you to be wary; but the world seems like a better place with them and you ignore all warnings, all signs. As you move forward with them, you realize you are not really moving forward at all but are stuck in one spot. But the illusion, oh so beautiful! There is no way forward, no end in sight, nothing to hold onto; yet you grasp onto a tiny shred of hope with all your might and just don't want to let go. You know deep down you are not the first, you know you will not be the last, you know you were not the only one; yet you hang on. You know what people tell you is true, yet you hold on. You know there is nothing special about you, yet you hang on. You know no one will ever return, yet you hang on. It's humiliating, heart-breaking, like someone twists a dagger through your heart each morning and wrenches it every night. Your mind and heart are in a constant battle everyday. You spend your days with a new hope and nights with a rapidly deepening sense of hopelessness and sorrow. Till one day you decide to make a choice, bury the dreams and close all doors as tight as possible. You move forward with a vengeance, refusing to let anything dampen your spirits. You try to build new dreams, but all you see is haze. You still move ahead with a determination never to look back! You banish all memories from you mind to the darkest place in your heart. You refuse to acknowledge the face that lingers in you mind. You turn to your heart and urge it to sing a new song, full of hope and love. You peep into your heart and gather happy moments to fill it with. You make yourself believe that you were justified in making the choices that you did. You continue to blame others for treating a poor heart like a plaything. But you move ahead. You keep your pace. Your stance changes however. You lose the chirpiness, the patience, the composure you were once known for. But you do move ahead. You put on a brave front and go through your daily motions almost mechanically. And you try to find joy in brief moments with a few special ones. And you try to let go... yes, you try hard. You try to erase the familiar face from your thoughts, your mind, your heart...you try so hard! What went wrong? Or was it wrong from the very beginning? Did it even exist? So you die with countless unanswered questions?
And all because you dared to reimagine life....
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