The Diary of A Dreamer

'Long is the road, ancient and often hard,
Yet O! What warm reward it promises!'

I read these beautiful lines on the internet today and the essence of the words triggered a plethora of thoughts in my heart and mind.
We just ought to think, feel and act our way towards our aspirations and rest everything will automatically follow. It has to...afterall it is bound by the universal law of cause and effect. Life may test us, time may torment us but we need to be certain that our due will come to us. No matter what... Sooner or later, we will be rewarded for all our efforts.
It has happened to scores of people before us...They slogged throughout their lives, kept their faith and dreams alive only to be applauded and appreciated in the end.
Life and nature never lets you down...it has its queer ways of working though.

Asmi is a restless explorer, an avid discoverer. Every individual, I believe is an innate explorer and a discoverer at heart.
Bereft of all the cares of this weary world, she resides in 'Paragaia', a utopian island, far far away from the civilization of brutes. She lives there alone with her crazy fancies and fantastic ideas. The island is inhabited by only meek and harmless animal and birds who give Asmi sane company. She lives there fearless and free in a small treehouse built atop a huge banyan tree.  From there, she can oversee the distant horizon. No ship or boat has ever crossed that island, she wonders why. May be because the island is perennially hid from view by a thick cloud of fog and mist. No one knows what lies beyond the heavy white blanket.
Asmi struts and strolls in the wilderness all by herself oblivious of the world far away. She hums and sings and serenades the sultry surroundings.
Oh! What a joy! 

Watching Superstar Rajesh Khanna's cremation on Television, a bitter realization dawned upon me. I realized how small and helpless we are in the face of death.
We strive and struggle and dream and diligently dedicate our entire lives establishing ourselves and our aspirations and death stealthily tip-toes in and puts everything to rest, literally.
An end or a beginning...we need to decide.

 As a young kid, I remember reading a lovely little poem. I stumbled upon it again after so many years on the internet and found it relevant enough to post it on the blog.

'He worked by day
And toiled by night.
He gave up play,
And some delight.

Dry books he read,
New things to learn.
And forged ahead,
Success to earn.

He plodded on with
Faith and Pluck;
And when he won,
Men called it Luck.'

So true indeed! Isn't it ? So let's get on with life...