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To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come These lines play repeatedly in my brain. Once in a while a movie comes along that strums that inner chord. It resonates in the frequency to which your being is tuned. ‘Inception’ was one such movie. It made me feel that life is so much bigger than moments. Yet, moments define our being. One loving whisper makes you believe you are special. The next harsh moment crashes it all. It seems like one is walking in a dream. You no longer know what is real. There is one thing that’s real and it’s God’s creations around. He promised the sun would rise each day and set. He promised the flowers would bloom. He promised there would be blue skies and rainy days. He promised a sweet smell of the ground. He promised me a family that loves me. He promised me that I would have hope in spite of the darkest days. These are my totems. These are my beacons in the storm. These keep me going. Events occur that crush you from within. Sometimes, it is a chunk chiseled slowly and painfully, every few days. But you know you must hold on. You know sometimes you must not fight it. It may be just your mind screwing with you. And you can’t blame it. A heart doesn’t have a memory. The mind doesn’t beat with minor pauses between. It’s always working, it remembers, it’s constantly taking notes. It is rigid, yet pliable. Doubt. A conflict. An itch. A feeling that tells you it ain’t the way things should be. Yet it could only be momentary. I could play along and help weave a mesh of myths. An entangled web of make-believe and live out the allocated number of happy hours. Then you may not cry that it is over but smile that it happened and then wait for the next most exciting part of life to happen. Is that what life is meant to be? I am yet to make my mind up on that!

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