Those were the golden days when all I wanted was an ice-cream a day
Those were the golden days when all I wanted was to get back home from school to finish the Enid Blyton book I needed to finish.
Those were the golden days when all I wanted was to win a match of pen fight.
Those were the golden days when all I wanted was to ask a million quetions.
Those were the golden days when all I wanted was to grow up
And that was when everything changed, and all I wish was to go back to those simple days and dream of growing up and let it be an endless loop…
Or rather never grow up and stay in the endless loop for ever!
Sounds great, except all I see would be monotonous days with nothing new to offer a curious child, growing up was the only way to understand that there are flavours I’d love now which I hated back them ( Back then, What the heck was caramel? )
Growing up was the only way to not get depressed after finishing every Blyton book (How else would I have moved on to Goosebumps, Hardy boys and my current fav, Murakami?) and knowing there were million more and that sometimes, you are the only one who can answer the questions you asked! (How else would I have come up with stuff to write this post?)
Growing up seems to just be entirely under-appreciated and it is rare that we realise that growing up is the only way we dream more, we lose ourselves in the moment, the moment where we dream of something that we absolutely wouldn’t want to miss out on!
Growing up definitely made us dream of things that are simply complicated and intricately straightforward, and yes, the part we hate about growing up is the moment when reality strikes and wipes the grin off our face. But, don’t you think that moment is the only time when we can let our dream take control of us and force us to make our thoughts to reality?
But, why even? Well, I feel that, that is only going to make way to new dreams and quench our thirst of the ideal life we dreamt of!
Have we dreamt of bringing these dreams to reality? Have we understood that it isn’t as simple as it seems? And have we even thought about the massive amount of effort it’d take to bring our dream to reality? But, do these dreams ever end?
I find joy in achieving something after sweating it out, and putting all our time in efforts to work things out! That moment of exhilaration. That moment of pure joy and a moment to love yourself in all glory of who you were, who you are, and who you’ve become.
But, what if sometimes, you fail to bring them to reality? What if you can’t? what if it’s impossible? Well, just dream on dear, for that is what keeps our souls alive and tomorrow worth breathing! Hold on tight for each day, is a dream come true and all we are, are tiny parts in the Grand Scheme of Dreams!
One of the best parts of cycling is that you ponder over things and come to bizarre conclusions. Ask bizarre questions or get bizarre answers (atleast as long as some car doesn’t zoom right past you knowcking you off your bike or you gulp a bug as your mouth was as open as Sauron’s eye)
That was a little of what I feel about the Grand Scheme of Dreams…
for those will be the golden days I’ll have made priceless memories
for those will be the golden days I’ll have done all the things I could do
for those will be the golden days I’ll have new dreams to work on
for those will be the golden days I’ll have grown into the man I once dreamt of
for those will be the golden days I’ll have improved my language (and blogging skills too :p)
So what do you feel about your Grand Scheme of Dreams?