I never fail to dream, rather I fail
fulfilling it. I can dream epic in matter of seconds: dreams of success, dreams
of miracles, magic, legendary stories, adventures, where I am superhero and
many more. This eventually leading my every single seconds piling up just
dreaming. This leaves, no time fulfilling it. Possibilities are abundant
resulting into hopes that keeps my spirit of hopes going. Hope that never let
me work to achieve it instead keeps me occupied, just dreaming to come true
miraculously.
I dream about the hero where he gets the super power after so much of struggling
wait, and also about practical stories where fate plays without any miracles
involved. Contrasting imagination, yet, lessons me with destined destiny and
fate unfolding timely and uninterruptable. Thus I wait and keep me dreaming.
I am wise just like a novelist, acting like god for his book. I know every reason
for characters in my dreams to exist, Protagonist being myself always. In my
head I reason out every single move. Be it motivational speech or be it
comforting feeling for losses. This virtue of reasoning nurtures my hopes,
restraining me from striving determinedly to fulfill dreams into reality.
Adventures are my favorite of all imagination. I fly, I try, and I cry on every
fall from dragons, cliffs, trees and buildings. At the end I come alive and
heroic. I get beautiful girl as well, just like James bond. In reality my steps
shivers even to walk in the crowd. Perhaps, I try just up to certain extend.
Try is never done while dreaming, as it clicks automatically.
My hopes go high and higher just
like a balloon on gush of breeze. Breeze being the imagination, my reality
being the balloon: weightless and empty. When the breeze ceases the
balloon shall fall, when it falls it may explode even on slight sharpness of
ground.
Mathematically, probability shows the equivalency of capability and dreams,
adding up to successful reality. I am good at math too, but to look from the
angle of me having will so strong to stop dreaming and start working, which I
seldom do easily. Then again, scary part is that I may fail.
Dreams have now become my best friend and reality my greatest fear. I am in
mist of possibilities and probabilities where I am not able to see, reality
being my greatest adventure, legendary story and magical world.
Someday something shall happen. (Another dream).
