Goals
I hate that word. It signifies a compulsion, a self imposed one may be but a compulsion for sure. When i am left alone on a football field i dont kick the ball into the goal post. There might be many who find it enticing to score a goal. Not me..
I do not have goals. I have dreams. I have wishes. And all of them are beyond this world. My dreams are not restricted to my job, my salary, my versace and guccis. My dreams are surreal. I do not wish to give importance to just this physical world. Because there is far too much than what meets the eye.
I hate to zero down on goals. For me each day, each emotion, each relationship is a goal post.
I wish to challenge the ignorance that lies within us. I wish to challenge the ignorance of my soul. I dream to know more than I know today, accept more than I did yesterday. I dream of allowing myself to experience and live each and every emotion that i am capable of. It is very easy to witness yourself go green with envy and still not be aware of your feelings. I wish to lower my guard down to witness the vulnerability and the insecurity. I dream of being able to know and witness how I feel. Being aware of how I feel is a soul cleansing process which forces me to see how human I am. Its my dream to be able to look at me objectively. I dream to push the boundaries that I, my family, the society have knowingly or unknowingly imposed on me.
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