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Dreams

Its been years of discovering a lot of new things. A lot of those deep solemn moments of the past casting its light on the today.
As I listen to these songs with a content heart, I recollect the hopes and dreams they carried, while I was listening to these songs far away long back in time.
Its funny how you sometimes have a nice time going back to the past and some other times have a kickass time thinking of future , with hopes about future.
Its almost like how people appreciate the natural beauty by comparing it to a painting and a painting is well appreciated by exclaiming how real it seems. We seem to always find the Other as the ideal.

Most of those dreams from the past have come true. Guess it is the passion in which I dreamt.

I remember the yearning, the optimism, the hope to be with people I love, wanting to travel and prove myself to myself. I remember how difficult I found it to put the excitement of those dreams away before going off to sleep. I realize that is why I like speaking to someone while falling asleep. If I have been dreamy at one point, I guess it was a good thing; because looking back, I haven't just been dreamy, I have got them come true somehow. Guess if I stop dreaming, I'll probably have no reason to feel content about when I look back years later, when I listen to the past of years later.

I have even started to think that the lyrics of a lot of those songs might even have shaped my life because of the passion with which I had listened to them. I do not listen to any music with so much passion anymore. Somehow I now feel it a waste of time to go into the finer details of a song and how it makes me feel. I would rather read a book and get some more knowledge about something under the sun. Its like all of a sudden fiction seems to have lost its glow and knowledge has taken its place ( another sign of ageing, perhaps?). I am not sad about it, but what will I look back at, years later? How will I feel sometime later in future the way I felt years back? These songs have actually helped me time travel. I see myself in my room in my house where I grew up, listening to the same song. I can remember and feel the things I have felt. I can feel the hope. the twinkle in my eye. the reason to the spring in my step.

Contentment is a good thing because that is what helps me look back and smile., Without it, I would have been heart broken and disappointed.


HOwever, There should be hope still. I would want to look back and smile again. I would love to feel this again.

I think I was just lucky. Nobody had told me that I could dream away. that I would get all of it. Some people even told me that I may have to settle for less! But I just loved the feel of it when I dreamt. So I dreamt on.

I wish to dream more. Always. That is what makes life soulful, thats what gives it color.


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