jump to navigation

A conversation with Dream March 7, 2013

Posted by Shahir in Corporate, Life.
Tags: , , , , , , ,


Everyone has a dream; some, internalized it, inseparable from their blood and sweat; for some, it’s like that little hard cover book on the coffee table; there is an ownership, but a disconnected one.

The end scene of the dream is always glorious, beautiful, honourable; there you see those around you in standing ovation for the achievements you are felicitated for. The journey towards that moment, the time and distance, the uphill trekking and the walk through the valleys, the islands of isolation and the avalanches of unanticipated challenges, the lengthy journey from moment to moment enduring in pursuit of the dream that you had your true faith on, believing, is but not in the suit that you are seen in that end scene, but a scene of sweating armpit and dry mouth, hungry and thirsty for that taste of success, through the eternal integration of struggles and discoveries of bitter and blissful truth.

Blog BlockIn that journey you had those who denied an opportunity to meet and discuss the integration of your dream with theirs delaying your reaching your destination. But in turning your head in despair did you not see an avenue much wider for you to pursue?

Did you not know all along, that there will come, tomorrow, a moment when you will shake hands with those whose hands withdrew as you extended yours yesterday?

Did you not know that there will come a moment, tomorrow, when your phone will ring with those at the other end who refused to pick yours yesterday?

Every knock of denial whose acceptance you believed would accelerate the pace of your journey in fact, don’t you believe, made your resolution stronger enabling you to travel longer, untiring?

World doesn’t owe you a dream. It offers for you a fertile land, to plough and sow your seed of dreams, and cultivate; in you manifest the desire to succeed, or the fear of failure; what you manifest, you will harvest.

Are you pursuing your dream, or letting you beaten down by those in whose equation you don’t exist?




No comments yet — be the first.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

honey for the heart

Just another WordPress.com site


Striving to be a better muslim!

Black Veil Diary

Modern day Muslimah's journey to jannah..


21 | Undergrad | Teacher | Bookworm | Coffee Addict


Want to see what an Instagram with no pictures looks like? @allmostrelevant

Parenting And Stuff

Not a "how to be a great parent" blog


Lover of words; shaper of thoughts


Rick Mallery


Just another WordPress.com site


Of Something, Something and Something

Wild Words

Let your words be wildly free to express your hearts desire

The WordPress.com Blog

The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.

%d bloggers like this: