I have always loved Fairy tales. The Cinderella, Prince Charming, and the Knight in Shining Armour.. As I grew up, I resisted all those hard practicality knocks and held on to those dreams.. Somehow I always felt that there is this ideal soul mate made to order for me, who complements and completes me in the journey of love and life. Its tough at times to keep on hoping, not to melt those unspoken dreams at the test of times. Whenever I trade off those pieces of dreams for fragments of reality, it leaves a hollow in heart to accept that in life those little dreams may not take shape at all. That dream home can turn out to be a loveless cramped apartment, those peace filled surroundings are in actuality dull roads filled with roaring vehicles, that picture perfect world will end up as a portrait, and that ideal Mr. Right could turnout to be a frog..
Sometimes people can actually mess up and trample those treasure trove of yearnings and mock our dreams that we hold so dear. How I wish I can curse with all my might and force them to walk in my shoes to understand the hurt that they carelessly inflict. Sharing life, vision, dreams and memories with someone are like placing a hammer in the hands of people and begging them to hit us back. Yet we trust and hope with all fervor, suffer the wounds in private and face the world with renewed twinkle in eyes and rigor in action. Aren’t we amazing?
Yes just as Richard Kincaid says ”The old dreams were good dreams, they didn’t work out , but I am glad I had them”.
For now, its time for some reality bites! 🙂
“We wait all these years to find someone who understands us, I thought, someone who accepts us as we are, someone with a wizard’s power to melt stone to sunlight, who can bring us happiness in spite of trials, who can face our dragons in the night, who can transform us into the soul we choose to be. Just yesterday I found that magical Someone is the face we see in the mirror: It’s us and our homemade masks.”
-Richard Bach
When the glamour [of one’s marriage] wears off, or merely works a bit thin, they think they have made a mistake, and that the real soul-mate is still to find. The real soul-mate too often proves to be the next sexually attractive person that comes along. Someone whom they might indeed very profitably have married, if only – . Hence divorce, to provide the ‘if only’. And of course they are as a rule quite right: they did make a mistake. Only a very wise man at the end of his life could make a sound judgement concerning whom, amongst the total possible chances, he ought most profitably to have married! Nearly all marriages, even happy ones, are mistakes: in the sense that almost certainly (in a more perfect world, or even with a little more care in this very imperfect one) both partners might have found more suitable mates. But the ‘real soul-mate’ is the one you are actually married to. You really do very little choosing: life and circumstances do most of it (though if there is a God these must be His instruments, or His appearances).
– J.R.R. Tolkien, Letter #43
A Mirror of My Thoughts! 
Think a little harder my friend…everything is our making, accepting reality and letting go of dreams, yes we cant have the cake and eat it too…we got to make our priorities, get them in the right order, dreams and soul or reality and responsibility and a feeling of sacrifice/satisfaction that your responsibility has been taken care of…..You know i always drove my bike properly and extremely carefully even though i had a storm raging in my head when my bro or someone was sitting pillion, but, when i was alone..riding, i couldn’t care less as what would happen..i used to think so what if i died ..good riddance ( well that was only when riding with a foul mood)……..Until then I am reading simultaneously..” A Bridge Across Forever- R.Bach” and ” Lust for Life”- Irving Stone…lol 😉
Amazing 🙂
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Heck! I dunno if its the sleeping pills kicking in or this is actually the post that’s been on my mind for the last couple of months that I could never have put together this nicely. It looks like you somebody peeked into my silly head, took out all the crap in it and made sense of it all.
Okay, since its an open thingy and I can always plee temporary insanity later on, I will just go ahed and put in a few thoughts, even if it turns out later that were completely irrelevant. First the fairy tales. Pity the people dont take ’em seriously. I dunno but as I’m growing older, they seem to make sense more and more. Those simple stories probably says a lot more than we think they do. Pity we dont get them. Heck, forget fairy tales, things have gotten way worse than that. !st its the fairy tales, santa claws and easter bunnies. I guess you could live with that. But somehow, on the road to losing faith, people also gave up believing in all sorts of things, even ‘love’ – the most celebrated magic there is. Although they talk about it, everybody longs for it, and the media makes a bundle selling chick flicks, people just wont bet on it in good faith. They’d rather bet on their ‘individuality’ (like that works perfect! bah!) Cherish the individual. And anything that comes in the way of individuality,..screw it and get it out of the way. Live it up, enjoy your freedom, express yourself and all that crap. Meanwhile, there r more and more ‘disconnected’ people on the street, too scared to open up, too scated to let the guard down and get effed up. Now…what happens when ppl cant even believe on the love thats the most pasionate of them all? What happens when the people forgets to love altogether to survive better? Yep! Its every scmuck for him/herself. Screw ’em over b4 they screw you…and in no time, you dont mind thinking about the idea of shooting people and eating babies for fun and breeding more loveless human being who for all you know is gonna feed on human flesh just because its a new things to do!
Ahem. Sorry you had to …go through that…you know how it is…the internet is full of ‘weirdos’ who make way too much noise. I hope I will remember this site so that I can come back when I’m sober, feel like an ass and offer an apology. Meanwhile, for what its worth, ..brilliant post, liked it, loved it, and well…think its fantastic.
WOW!!!! Very well written. It has everything that I have ever thought/felt/yearned and more…. Way to Go, Queen. I can see a brilliant author in the making.