It is easier somehow to imagine the joys of others. To picture the events that will happen to them and to see the emotions that will shine on their faces. Yet when you try to envisage a rosy future of your own, things get cloudy. An immediate denial comes to the mind that screams…no maybe I won’t be so lucky. Why is there fear for our own future, the refusal to believe in nice things happening to us? Is it fear of paying a price for dreaming such dreams? Or is it fear of them coming true … of somehow solidifying something that was till now an ambiguous shape. Do we feel that imagining the future with clarity will somehow take away the freedom of seeing where the road takes us?
Why do we fear dreaming something that we think we don’t deserve? What was wrong with Prometheus wanting to experience something reserved for divinity? Why do we have a human culture that frowns upon expecting too much from life and hates you when you do obtain it?
Why do we fear dreaming something that we think we don’t deserve? What was wrong with Prometheus wanting to experience something reserved for divinity? Why do we have a human culture that frowns upon expecting too much from life and hates you when you do obtain it?
for the sake of a line, i am reminded of what Swami Vivekanand once said -- Have no fear, as long you are on the right path.
Now right path doesn't mean the sucessful path, right path implies the things you believe in.
And other people are afterall not all that sucessful, they look sucessful, they look happy, cause they are really not that close. Come on if people were ever happy with what they got, they would no more be humans....