Life! Who knows exactly what it is and what it is all about. Not all desires can be granted and not all dreams of the night would wake to see the dawning of the morning. The greatest often appears as the weakest and the most powerful often parades as inconsequential and of no importance. I have seen many beautiful faces and I have been to a few beautiful places but acceptance is not the routine with every heart and friendship isnít the seal of every warm handshake. The happy moments in our world are but few and the merry hearts soon stop to beat. The thoughtful man ages quickly and the thoughtless fool lives to see many days than expected. The wise seems to have a few friends but an alluring fool houses many companions under his roof.
It doesnít matter how many times we have fallen and the number of times weíve tried means nothing. The number of recorded failure leaves no essence. What is paramount and pertinent is that definite moment when we cross that extremely thin line between an outright fiasco and an extraordinary success. Itís beautiful and laudable. And such a time is bound to last for a very long time.
Talk of building castles in the air, examine critically pipe dreams and letís have a thought of what things are regarded as white elephants. I had all these notions and I carried them along like a heavy burden on the fallible shoulders of my weary inquisitive soul. I had no plausible clues of what picture tomorrow would paint on the canvass of my life but for all intents and purposes, every day I felt like an ardent believer who had so much faith in the impossible.
There was really no one around to caution me about my goals and ambitions. And for my perceptions of life, I received no gainful instructions. My thoughts and notions were not only unrealistic; they were too beautiful to ever come true within the fringes of an ever passing time and an endless hovering space. Nonetheless, I carried and nursed my dreams like eggs within the walls of the intense heat of my heart. I walked tall and I spoke of the things I wanted to achieve like they werenít far-fetched. I shared my visions with all clarity to friends and foes alike. I was never over ambitious but I yearned for something better and beyond the comprehension of those around me.
I wanted to see the world; I wanted to write fascinating stories; I wanted to compose and sing the most beautiful and inspirational songs; I wanted to break all bounds in the fields of research and discovery; I wanted to unlock the doors to earthly bliss and eternal pleasures after having blazed through all odds to find the keys to ecstasy. I looked each time and saw through the eyes of faith; I searched every day and I found with the light of my heart. I opened my mind to the incredible and I embraced the impossible.
Today, I truly understand that the good measures of life are premised on wishful thoughts that have transcended into heartfelt gestures. And indeed if all my wishes were horses beggars would gladly ride. But for all of my thoughts there was not one substantial trait or characteristic that pointed to an imminent success. I was downcast and overshadowed by the puritanical reality that welcomed me at the dawning of every morning that inevitably marked another sunrise. I was anguished by the glaring fact that I had to face what I saw. In spite of my turbid trauma, I've learned that faith, hope, dreams, goals and ambitions without works amount to nothingness. I had been living in a foolís paradise.