All of us who blog - blog to somehow vent our thoughts out. We all have friends to talk to, we do but then I guess its not always the right person, the right moment or the right thought.
One;s entire life can be summed up in one line, as I sit and think - 'Chasing my dreams'. From getting the sports barbie to getting a five digit salary - finding your true love to getting the best college for your kid. You chase your dreams the minute you're born. How strange. The life that you live day in and day out - is real - you can touch and feel the sweat tickle down your spine, the blood that runs through - as against the illusion of a vision that you see as you sleep - the dreams that you weave. Noone knows if your vision even truly exists. Noone can sit down and tell you - yes you will be the CEO one day. But you go on, chasing, dreaming, panting - telling yourself 'ill make it happen'.
You promise yourself a hundered things every night and cajole your self to sleep. But the next day when you're faced with the world that's real - a realization hits you that maybe - not all the promises you made will come true. Maybe that mirror lies to you everytime it shows you a face that you unquestionably accept as your own. Maybe destiny has other plans. What do you do then? You try and find a place in this real world that will still foster your dreams. That won't judge you by your eccentric dreamworld that you're trying to realize in this reality. People resort to music, alcohol, love - things that drug you; make you forget that there was ever a line between whats real and what isnt.
I find an uncanny similarity in of alcohol, music, falling in love and chasing dreams. All have to do with creating a world different than your own and you believe you'll make it - you ll live it. This world is only known to you and noone else. One that makes you be what you really are. Alcohol gives you the illusion of being in a world which is what you make it to be! Music is SOUND that connects one man to the inner feelings of the other. It's sound but it will connect two souls without a word spoken. Love is a feeling that gives you the confidence that no matter what you do in life - there is someone you can always go to - when the worst strikes and the skies fall. Someone will keep their little hut warm and take you in as it pours all night. And dreams - intangible, unreal - they make you believe that the pulse in your vein beats for a purpose that you are set out to acheive - that all you do is worth something beautiful that will come to you some day. All you need to do is close your eyes and see. Whatever you see then is what you can achieve.
'Such is life' they say - You dream you wake up to wish that dream turns real. And well, right now - you're chasing it. You're chasing a lot of things you ve only imagined never felt.
Am doing that too - my dreams are drunk, they fall in and out of love with me - and this is my music in the silence of my inside!
Today I know - My Drunk dreams will always make music to my (y)ears!
One;s entire life can be summed up in one line, as I sit and think - 'Chasing my dreams'. From getting the sports barbie to getting a five digit salary - finding your true love to getting the best college for your kid. You chase your dreams the minute you're born. How strange. The life that you live day in and day out - is real - you can touch and feel the sweat tickle down your spine, the blood that runs through - as against the illusion of a vision that you see as you sleep - the dreams that you weave. Noone knows if your vision even truly exists. Noone can sit down and tell you - yes you will be the CEO one day. But you go on, chasing, dreaming, panting - telling yourself 'ill make it happen'.
You promise yourself a hundered things every night and cajole your self to sleep. But the next day when you're faced with the world that's real - a realization hits you that maybe - not all the promises you made will come true. Maybe that mirror lies to you everytime it shows you a face that you unquestionably accept as your own. Maybe destiny has other plans. What do you do then? You try and find a place in this real world that will still foster your dreams. That won't judge you by your eccentric dreamworld that you're trying to realize in this reality. People resort to music, alcohol, love - things that drug you; make you forget that there was ever a line between whats real and what isnt.
I find an uncanny similarity in of alcohol, music, falling in love and chasing dreams. All have to do with creating a world different than your own and you believe you'll make it - you ll live it. This world is only known to you and noone else. One that makes you be what you really are. Alcohol gives you the illusion of being in a world which is what you make it to be! Music is SOUND that connects one man to the inner feelings of the other. It's sound but it will connect two souls without a word spoken. Love is a feeling that gives you the confidence that no matter what you do in life - there is someone you can always go to - when the worst strikes and the skies fall. Someone will keep their little hut warm and take you in as it pours all night. And dreams - intangible, unreal - they make you believe that the pulse in your vein beats for a purpose that you are set out to acheive - that all you do is worth something beautiful that will come to you some day. All you need to do is close your eyes and see. Whatever you see then is what you can achieve.
'Such is life' they say - You dream you wake up to wish that dream turns real. And well, right now - you're chasing it. You're chasing a lot of things you ve only imagined never felt.
Am doing that too - my dreams are drunk, they fall in and out of love with me - and this is my music in the silence of my inside!
Today I know - My Drunk dreams will always make music to my (y)ears!
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'They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while,
then closesWithin a dream.'
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