When i see across life. All i could see is a dreamy kid. Who dreamt even while eating. There has been times when i wanted to be a reporter, a scientist ,a writer all at the same time. And everything seemed possible back then . The world seemed to be a long grassland to be conquered. Me a warrior whose purpose in life was to be the ruler of the world. How much i did believe in that!! And now all of it strikes back with a bolt!! Me lost in the daily small battles with myself. No compassion, no likes and dislikes. I feel as if i have lost myself. But maybe the realization of it will lead to a new beginning...no will take me back to the times..where i belonged!!!
Its all about people , u, your neighbours, everyone with a heart and a mind of his own!!
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You are still that lovely kid. Not all our dreams shape up the same way. But that's y they are lovelier than our real life, and we turn back to them in our low moments. Also, u've to lose urself once, to find urself :)
ReplyDeleteyup!! maybe you are rite!!Dreams indeed are closest to our heart..even though most f them nvr shape up!!but the death f evn a small dream has a massive weight of its own..and thats wat is painful.
ReplyDeletehehe. I wonder y comments in blogger dnt have the 'like' option :P
ReplyDeleteSuperlike. :)
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