Dreams”; such a fickle word, isn’t it? Some are meant to be fulfilled and many are submerged in the abyss of nothingness. We are the creatures who get to be the carriers of such flamboyant beings.
Being one of such carriers, I wonder, “Am I doing justice to myself or my dreams?” “Am I supposed to be living like this and let my dreams be dying their own job?” I am a responsible adult in my country, I pay my bills and have my food and dream like everyone around me. However, occasionally a seed of doubt gets sown in the back of my head and it continues to grow with the help of darkness that resides in me.
I work as a feminist educator, facilitator, or whatever this hot so-called feminist society calls it. I’ve been pushed around just so that I can be downplayed by the so-called “powerful dynamic” of this godforsaken society.
I’m a dreamer who wants to fuel others’ dreams to their fulfillment. I’m a woman who wants to dream of a tarnish-free society where every child in the streets would get a roof on his/her head, food in his/her stomach.
But everything comes to a halt at one question: “How?”
How can I reach there?
How can I make my dreams true without breaking others’ dreams?
Neither do I have a huge bank balance nor any building on my father’s name. A dreamer can only understand how time continues to pass but the reality remains constant; his dream.
Now comes the peak moment where the dreamer has to take the initiative to turn it into reality. As the carriers of such beautiful beings, we need to believe in ourselves and let our patience, time, and resources play their roles on this stage of the dramatic world.
And Lo and Behold! We’ve come to another end. Always thankful to you for sticking around and letting your time be consumed by these ramblings. Au revoir!
Ramblings put forth 