Dreams are the touchstones of one’s character. Dreams are the children of our souls. Dreams are important. Not the dreams that require a soundless sleep but one that gives you a sleepless night.
Lovely readers, today I shall write about the fire to my candle.
Just imagine, a candle left unlit. It not only loses its function and essence but loses its identity. The same is with dreams that aren’t lit up regularly by inspirations.
One fine afternoon, as I was busy dancing onto, ‘Shoot to thrill’, waiting for the delivery of a book ordered on Amazon, something so unexpected happened that my heart melted and brain sweltered in a jiffy.
It was the time of preboards of grade 12. I was lost thinking about the amount of pressure a science student is put through. “TING-TONG”, the bell rang. I rushed towards the door in absolute excitement.
What food does to foodies, books do the same to nerds! As I opened the door, I saw a young, wide-eyed, tall, fairly innocent boy, at my doorstep. He was panting and gasping for breath. I offered him a glass of juice and asked what his age was.
I’m a little weird and so are my questions. He said he was 18. My heart melted. I questioned him out of utter curiosity if he is a student or has he given up on getting an education.
He answered, ” I deliver 36 packets of consignment thanks to the bike by 2 pm. My day begins at 7 am. I rush back home and at 4 pm, I sit with my books of class 12 PCM.”
Another idiotic question from my side was put forth,” Why do you work so hard?”
He said, ” Somebody has got to pay the fees. So, I work in order to pay for my education.”
An 18-year-old boy works for himself in order to afford an education and we the so-called blessed ones forget to count our blessings. We fail to exploit the opportunities given to us and then blame fate. I don’t pity this guy, I applaud the audacity of yet another teenager to stand up for himself. To have the bloody nerves to kick away self-pity and let his unexplored dreams explode into goals.
Imagine how much adrenaline must be gushing into the bloodstream of that guy who dares to challenge every obstacle in the path to attain education. Imagine the tingling of his feet, the crackling of his bones, the tiredness by the end of the day, the backache that stiffens his already stiff spine, the feverish feeling on his skin that commands his hair to stand up as soldiers in a fight of its own kind. Imagine, bearing the duties of earning while you’re learning. Imagine the hunger that must be churning his stomach but, also the hunger of achieving goals that beats away all the tummy-aches.
You are the sculptor of your own career. Your hands are incomplete without your palms. Your palms contain palm-lines. Your palm lines are but a road-map to your fate. Understand the amount of power you have. Don’t lose the fire beneath your wings.
“Dream, dream, dream! Conduct these dreams into thought, and then transform them into action.” These words by Dr Kalam remind us that if we have the dare to dream big and the courage to work for it, impossible is nothing but a word to laugh at.
It is when we dare to dream, that a change occurs within us that holds the power to manifest within us a sense of courage that embodies us into an inspiration.
I’d like to quote the words of Muhammed Ali, the great pugilist “Champions are not made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them- a desire, a dream, vision. They have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.”
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams,
For when dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow.
I found the fire beneath my wings, i.e., my INSPIRATION. Look around you might find yours, or else look within yourself, you might just be an inspiration to the whole world. Inspirations breathe life into your dreams, in its truest sense!
La Vida Es Bela