Dreams and its followers

I often wondered about dreamers and the way they live. Some people dream and they are so mad about their dreams that they go chasing behind them and consider them as their reasons for existence. Christopher Columbus had one and he chased it. People called him mad but he never stopped. He was undeterred and his stern vision led him to the discovery of America. It may not be wrong to dream but people must aim for something that is possible to achieve. So, do all people dream for what can be achieved, if yes, how many go chasing them and if they do, how many really succeed in achieving their dreams? How would one know that the thing he’s aspiring to create or what he wants to become is really possible or not? A poor man dreaming to be rich is plausible, but the poor man dreaming to be God is erratic. Also, many times I wonder if people really stick to the same dream forever. Like a kid who dreams of being a superstar or sport star after growing up, turns up into something else, convincing himself that all his childhood dreams were just fantasies.

Responsibilities, I say, are the top notcher of a person’s dreams. People need to perform their duties, run their household and hence they dump their thoughts and lead a mechanical life. I don’t say they're wrong; it’s just an injustice of life. After all it takes guts for a person to quit his family and go running after his dreams.

Sometimes its money that matters. This is probably the worse, a person quitting his dreams because he doesn’t have enough funds to chase them. I am quite amazed how money is distributed among people. Those who have it don’t know what to do with it and those who don’t have it don’t know how to get it.
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I moved around feeling a pulse,
a vivacious dream and a vivid thought,
'Was pricked by thorns and hit by stones.
Unswerved and unmoved,
I followed the path where my heart took me.

Sometimes it was dark,
I couldn’t see a thing,
the path scared me, but my determination helped,
gave me some light, showed me a way out.
I had no companion, neither did I need one.
My strength was my belief
My energy was my vision.
They were my friends,
I stuck to them until the end.

As I dragged along my way,
I felt no hunger or thirst.
All I could feel was an imminent destiny.

A masquerade of beauty came along,
A veiled ecstasy of joy to distract me,
Diversions could never avert me.
I remained strong, unnerved and undeterred
Only my target was in my mind.

I knew the final moment would come,
It would have the glow of a lifetime,
The purpose of my life would lie in there,
Immersed in the glory of that light would be
my life, my desires and my passions.

-Raj McKay