He kicked the stone with all the frustration built up inside him. The tiny body fled in the night sky landing far away, unscathed. The temperature was down, still the day’s warmth was intact in some part. He drank from the bottle, swearing under breath, tears trembling in his eyes. How many days more? Months? Years? How much more?
The questions had turned mute like the night. He had left everything behind to go along with his dreams. He went against his parents’ wish, refused to bend down to friends’ comments. The only thing evident in his mind was his dream. For that dream he woke up every morning. For that dream he breathed everyday. Before he knew it, his dream had replaced his life. They pervaded everywhere like the smell of burning cheese that you can’t avoid. But now he felt like it’s done. He can’t do it anymore. Even after giving his best the dream kept eluding him like that girl in white dress ascending from heaven, leading you into the labyrinth. And he doesn’t know how long he can keep going after it.
So then? It’s done. It’s over. As they keep saying it’s in your destiny. So he will simply blame on his destiny and move on? He head hurt with it. He felt like falling from great height.
He had no idea what to do. He had no idea how to keep the struggle going on. He didn’t know when to quit. He didn’t know who is going to win, his hope or everyone’s prediction.
Also what he didn’t know that the very next day he would bump into someone who would give him a big hand into the next step towards his dream. He also didn’t know by next year his name would be in air. He also didn’t know that within few years he would become someone else’s muse.
Who knows what else is there in tomorrow? Who knows how far it is before your dream actually becomes a reality? Who knows who between your dream and destiny will win? May be it’s just you standing between these two. May be you just left when there was only one step left.
A little note: I rarely write on abstract topic because I am not that good at it. I start somewhere and end somewhere I hadn’t contemplated. The same thing happened above too. But I had to write about it. I just couldn’t help.
I won’t believe if you say anyone walks on the earth without the weight of dream inside them. Everyone has got a dream of their own. It might not be as convincing as yours, yet it’s theirs. Some dream of getting successful, some dream of fame, some dream of being rich, some just dream of dreams.
Some dream to be the best in something, some dream to just make new records, while some dream to be wrapped up like me to stay inside the fragrance of stories.
Some dream of love, some dream of marriage, some dream of children, while some dream of getting old in their partner’s arm.
Dreams can be silly, dreams can be funny, dreams can be far, dreams can be yearning. Dreams can knock on the door or bump in the crowd. Dreams can be the flash of smile or dreams can be waves around. Dreams can be anything but unreal. And they don’t leave you, it’s you who leave their hand.
Remember that everyone had a point in their life when they wanted to discard their dream and move on. Among them who didn’t, the next day’s sun was the brightest in their life. It has happened with anyone’s name you read on covers or credit rolls or some billboards. Just a little more to go. That’s all you need.
Linking the post to A-Z Challenge.