Well,
this is my first write-up of the 100 days “Writing Challenge”
that I have taken up. The first thing I wanted to do was to have a
deep conversation with myself before I start this off.
To
experience the ongoing rat race in this chaotic world, a dreamer like
me got transported from a tiny sack of my mother's womb into the warm
hands of mother earth.
This
morning as I woke up with the residues of some pleasant dreams, I
just felt that I was no more a dreamer, I was turned a slave. Who did
that to me? I looked at myself into the mirror, I looked fresh; my
face was bright and of course I had a smile as well. But, there was
something that had been bothering me for quite sometime now.
I
sat down to focus and I realized that I was only wasting time giving
away ideas to people who treated me worthless and claimed themselves to
be the heroes. Well, this is how a lot of unsung heroes like us get
dusted off in the hands of cruelty.
Of
course, I have no financial back up but, I have courage and
confidence. I have talent and over and above everything, I have an ounce extra dignity. I stood
up with a sword in my mind to break this slavery once and for all.
This
conversation sounds familiar, doesn't it? It's just not me who has
these kind of conversations, a lot of us out there are stuck in a
cobweb trying to find out the true reasons of life.
I
am sure that the Universe has grand plans for a lot of Dreamers
like us and mother earth will not forget to extend her warmth and appreciate us for who we are!
Get
up and just live your life! #aliveisawesome
#100daysofwritingchallenge #day1
2 comments:
Nice one Brunda
Thanks Rashmi :)
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