Sunday, August 13, 2006

Dreams are infused with fantasy.

Dreams. What exactly are they made off?

Perhaps it's like an unopened door in our head - when probe and knock on, they swell and become voluptuous, billowing through the pores of our entire being. Then, the door is viciously flung opened and the next moment, we are on our pursuit of that dream.

Perhaps, it's a natural aphrodisiac; definitely the most perplexing drug to surface on this world. It emerges as a clear victor when juxtaposed with ice, opium & heroin. We live, so as to see our dreams fulfilled. Don't we?
Humans thrive on dreams - often a driving force in life. It has the ability to subvert the destiny of a man if one chooses to attempt this dream by employing effort.

Perhaps, it's a see-it-through-all mirror. We covet to see the perfect 'me' and thus we might embark on a journey to execute our plans to see our dreams fulfilled. In this expedition, our character is put to the test. The demon or angel in us will be unleashed; some people resort to unscrupulous methods while some will not compromise with their fundamental moral beliefs and take the conventional route - hard work & perseverance.
This mirror will reveal the best reflection of our being - thoroughly.

Or..

Perhaps, it's just a fallacy; a figment of our imagination.

Dreams are luxuries I cannot afford - they require meticulous planning and the extravagance of time. Even with these pre-requisite factors in place, the dream might never come to pass. Humans are subjected to circumstances; we never know what lies ahead.
This make Dreams so fallacious.

Needless to say, I have dreams too.

I dream of
-donning on exquisite designer accoutrements
-living by the sea
-have a dog of my own
-staying near all my good buddies
-being exceptionally successful in whatever career I choose
-growing old together with my loved ones
-taking strolls every evening
-reading enriching books all day round
-retiring in a serene farmhouse in the west
-traveling around the world
and the list never ends.

These unsaid dreams provide the invisible glue that holds my fragile sanity together. They will be the reason I study, the reason that sustains me through the Os.
Of course, I need the support of my friends, family & god too.

Now that I have the glue, I need the lacquer; a special someone to give my dreams a sleek finish.

It's my fantasy.
I can see, but can't have. this entry has been edited.