Scene 1:
I am not Anakin Skywalker on whom the entire destiny of the galaxy depends on, neither am I Robert Langdon, saving the Vatican, The Holy Grail and then Saving the entire US from falling apart. I am a less know person, a far less known in fact, with only the people around me knowing my name and work. And that still is without appreciation. So, it makes me a useless creature on Earth. But I am happy. Off course, what others think of me can hardly bother me, but I can assure to you that certain people do have a lot of stake in what others think of them.
This brings me to the more important question. What exactly do I mean by this post? Certainly. This is a post of frustration. This is meant to warn all those around me that I am meek and won’t backfire, to roar at them and say to them that Hey! This is the time for you, make the most of it. This is a gift from me. I am not in a mood to fight. So, tighten your seatbelts and think of what will happen of you in the future.
Scene 2:
Mr. Reader. I want to play a game. For last many years, you have been looking for a insight for a miracle. You have been waiting for it, thinking that the people don’t know your true worth and they are too stupid to underestimate you. For example, you can always get better grades than any of them, you just don’t try, so it makes you happy and more respectful than them, but only in your eyes, not others. But if you have read the SCENE 1 of this post, then you may just think otherwise or start thinking otherwise. This is not a psychological test, this is an expression. An expression of whatever comes into my mind while I am waiting for the time to go to class. So, don’t mind.
Scene 3:
It is cold and foggy. But still, I wake up at night and take out my sweater because a sudden surge of perspiration has taken over me. I sit up and see the most horrific of sights. My bed is not in my room, but I am in a desert, scorching in the sun. This was off course a dream, but it did not break. I just took off my sweater and went to sleep. 5 minutes later, when my dream broke, I was still wearing my sweater and was cozily in my bed, under my closet. This truly depicts my life or rather my desires. I desire to wake up to a reality that I am in a virtual world. I always hope that I am locked in a MATRIX, not at all important, without anyone appreciating my, and someday, a Morpheus would come and take me into the reality in which I am the hero and I would get a trinity to love and people will praise me and I will die in glory. But, this remains a dream. I don’t know if it will come true at all or not.
But one thing if for sure.
I will not stop dreaming.
I am not Anakin Skywalker on whom the entire destiny of the galaxy depends on, neither am I Robert Langdon, saving the Vatican, The Holy Grail and then Saving the entire US from falling apart. I am a less know person, a far less known in fact, with only the people around me knowing my name and work. And that still is without appreciation. So, it makes me a useless creature on Earth. But I am happy. Off course, what others think of me can hardly bother me, but I can assure to you that certain people do have a lot of stake in what others think of them.
This brings me to the more important question. What exactly do I mean by this post? Certainly. This is a post of frustration. This is meant to warn all those around me that I am meek and won’t backfire, to roar at them and say to them that Hey! This is the time for you, make the most of it. This is a gift from me. I am not in a mood to fight. So, tighten your seatbelts and think of what will happen of you in the future.
Scene 2:
Mr. Reader. I want to play a game. For last many years, you have been looking for a insight for a miracle. You have been waiting for it, thinking that the people don’t know your true worth and they are too stupid to underestimate you. For example, you can always get better grades than any of them, you just don’t try, so it makes you happy and more respectful than them, but only in your eyes, not others. But if you have read the SCENE 1 of this post, then you may just think otherwise or start thinking otherwise. This is not a psychological test, this is an expression. An expression of whatever comes into my mind while I am waiting for the time to go to class. So, don’t mind.
Scene 3:
It is cold and foggy. But still, I wake up at night and take out my sweater because a sudden surge of perspiration has taken over me. I sit up and see the most horrific of sights. My bed is not in my room, but I am in a desert, scorching in the sun. This was off course a dream, but it did not break. I just took off my sweater and went to sleep. 5 minutes later, when my dream broke, I was still wearing my sweater and was cozily in my bed, under my closet. This truly depicts my life or rather my desires. I desire to wake up to a reality that I am in a virtual world. I always hope that I am locked in a MATRIX, not at all important, without anyone appreciating my, and someday, a Morpheus would come and take me into the reality in which I am the hero and I would get a trinity to love and people will praise me and I will die in glory. But, this remains a dream. I don’t know if it will come true at all or not.
But one thing if for sure.
I will not stop dreaming.
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