Peeping Through The Cracks Subtly

As the sun sets on each and every single day I question if the day was indeed a fruitful one. Whether things that I set out for myself to do had been completed; whether the things that I had set out to accomplish in life had been achieved. I waltz to the rhythmn of this world, driven by the force of cultural norms and peer pressures. Much like moving as if held by puppet strings. I question most importantly: My true will and personna behind this veil of uncertainty.

It wouldn't ever come as a surprise if I ever did think to myself during my own quiet time if what I am doing to myself was truly fruitful; whether it was beneficial. Admit it... The bulk of our lives are spent sleeping where we live in a world of creative fabrications of reality. We find dreams alluring because they're so surreal. Precisely due to its unparallel relation to reality do we find much amusement when we wake up at each first dawn's light and amuse ourselves with the contents of our dreams. And if some of us do not get enough of this 'vision quest', we even go into our day dreamer state during our boring lectures and sometimes even boring conversations.

The other bulk of our lives would probably be spent chasing after dreams in the real world. An irony in itself definitely.

Could there be truth to this paradox? The dream in the real world that is unseen. But even though this dream may be a myth of hopes to drive us forward in the journey of life we all still do run so hard and fast after it. In every single thing that we do every single day... Be it to rush for a free shuttle bus to Biz school or is it to attempt to balance the equations in our financial accountancy tutorials we try as much to fit ourselves in what we envisage to be our future dream. We believe in ourselves that what we're doing will have meaning 4 years from now after we graduate. Even though things may seem bleak - and perhaps it really is- we still take a glimpse of that glorious dream in the real world that we hide in the depths of our heart. A mirage in a desert perhaps?

But let not change our views of ourselves even as we go through each and every season of our lives. May change overtake us and sometimes the people around us too. When we see those close to us seem further and further away from us. But more importantly be true to ourselves and may the hurt of people leaving us behind subside with the healing hands of time.

Do we feel insecure about ourselves as we bash our way through this jungle ahead of us. It would always be daunting when we lose sight of our familiars in this vegetative lush. But trust yourself and listen to yourself more often. For that's the voice that is often flushed out and diluted by the cacophony of noises in this world. Take some time to listen... ... For the sincere need not always speak in the loudest of voices...

shhh...