Big dreams
I overheard a little boy talking to his mom about a car. He was telling her that his dad really liked that car and that it was for 15 thousand rupees. His mom corrected him by saying 15 lacs, and then he continued to convince her in his eager way that they shouldn’t own a small car but the one that his dad likes.
It was really sweet, you know. When we’re small, we have such big dreams, such endless fantasies without any kind of barrier to stop you from wishing. Your parents don’t expect you to ‘get real’ and think financially or practically. You can be the first man who walked the moon regardless of the facts of our world. You could have saved your local bank from getting robbed without even having stepped outside your house.
It’s imagination, you know. The imagination of a child is, to me, one of the most valuable things our world possesses. You can stop them from watching cartoons, but that’s also cutting them off from making up their own world, building up a parallel reality that pleases them.
I had my own reality when I was younger. An Enid Blyton fan, I have always been a strong believer in fairies. You can laugh all you want, but trust me, my mind helped me survive those years of rejection.
So I guess growing up is overrated when we’re younger. It just seems so much more promising in the eyes of an adolescent than in the experience of an adult. When you actually ‘come of age’, you realize it was just so much better to have problems such as losing a crayon in comparison to losing a spouse, or losing your passport. It is so much easier to make up with friends by giving them a chocolate than to actually talk your issues and bare your mind and its thoughts to someone else.
So if you’re unhappy with your life right now, imagine how much worse it’s going to get as you get older, and get off your lazy ass and make the moment count. Dare to dream, but don’t let your dreams make way in your life. Be responsible to make the way for you dreams. Lay a foundation, make a sturdy bridge over the waters of trouble and then let your dreams pass.
What a beautiful post
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Almost sounds like a personal advice..
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