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DREAMS GONE WRONG?

This post is a part of the writing event conducted by BLOGESHWAR.


Most of you blame me; be it for your good or bad; be it in your best interest or worst one. It’s always me who is at the receiving end.

I never conspire nor do I contrive for anyone’s success or defeat. All I do is nothing. It’s only your actions and pragmatic thoughts that allow you to come forward or push yourself backwards. Often people pass on their shortcomings and its followed consequences on me.

Sometimes they do need to assess themselves and not very often pass the baton of hopes, despair, agony and not to forget, the rigorous hardships to me.

People applaud with all sorts of ‘kind’ and ‘suave’ adjectives when they fulfill what they ‘dreamt’ of or ‘thought’ of. This is sheer injustice to your thoughts; it’s the ‘thought’ that has made the difference and not ‘dream’.
I am a vacillating figure and conceived out of your thoughts and imagination. The people who say, “I followed my dream and thus tasted success”, I totally disagree with them. This is so because your THOUGHTS were determined enough to influence your actions. I was only an undeserved name attached to deserving achievement.

I have seen people outcry their present condition of life, but never do they come forward and try to change it. They remain poignant for most, in their bad stagnant times and it’s only later, when they are impotent enough of their tolerance levels, they try to take baby steps to annihilate it.

Amidst all this fiasco, they miss me!! When the truth is that they are devoid of the capability to think. It really comes to me as a surprise that everybody is engulfed in their sleek and slim thought process, which is somewhere the reason for the unhappiness and distresses. I was never in the picture. I am a part of that thought process: impulsive and trivial. Often I have been seen as something ‘bigger than life figure’ or ‘out of the box figure’.

I am equally exasperated when someone accuses me of going WRONG. It’s again; I am not the one responsible of your failure. I may sometime ago been a part of it, but your actions hasn’t been supportive to your thoughts.

DREAMS NEVER GO WRONG; it’s your inefficiency to stand up for and with your thoughts, your inefficiency to trust your own thoughts and imagination, your inefficiency in being courageous enough to disown what is forcibly offered to you and grab, with exuberance and passion what you crave for. I am a DREAM, born out of your delusion. You are the one who has given birth to me and don’t have any moral or technical rights to judge whether a dream is ‘WRONG’ or ‘RIGHT’.

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  1. True..a dream is innocent born of a passion & love..if that love & passion doesn't persist...why blame the dream?

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    1. yes.. that was exactly what i wanted to convey :)

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  2. That was intense. Yes, people should stop blaming and making excuses and start living their dreams.

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    1. people always wish to do so but eventually end up working against their will and wish

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  3. this is soo true! dream's autobiography ;) nice one..

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  4. It's quite complicated, yet i must say a good one

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