The curse of having a Gigantic Dream

Rage is basically an appropriate outburst of a consciously bearing mind.



The agony of Life and the daily difficult series of trials



Whenever my conscious self coils back into my past-formative years till now and witnesses the misgivings; which I didn't articulate at those times; when I used to be in utter fury and against the said, were not because of personal qualm but mostly because of my society's inability to be foresighted enough to look at the big picture and empathetic enough to share my dream.

 

The dream of an average person survives only in the rarest possible case. 

Those with heaps of divine favour can only make it and realize their wish lists. 

Lucky are those who succeed because the flip side to this is complete oblivion, or even worse; a complete disgust, most of the time wrapped under the veil of sympathy and remorse, from all the people around that were believed to be near and dear ones!

 

Such is a society that we live in, or at least, I believe, I live in.

 

The fear of societal acceptance is such paramount that sometimes this sounds so frightening. 

And a fearful mind can never be free enough to be creative with regard to a better future. 

All the efforts are exhausted in the process of securing the present. 

So, at a collective level, a society becomes myopic while making people contrived, judgemental, obscure, precarious, and selfishly sensitive in the very process. 

But still, we are safe till we are living with our dream, finding our way out of all the coloured alleys of time, wishful of a better tomorrow, a better way of life.

 

Maybe, I'll have more to add to this piece in years to come, as the world is too large and complicated to be understood completely and life is still floating around in a completely random fashion, so the trial is still on...!!