Today I would like to catalog my thoughts on books.
Books are beautiful. They’re one of the best creations of mankind. Books give us the power to leave this mortal form and teleport into a distant universe. An escape for humanity, from humanity.
A book, well written serves as a teacher, a Scholar and a priest. Who among us can vouch otherwise? It gives us knowledge. Stores our memories, and ignites our passion.
There are a million stories out there in the universe to be shared, one book at a time.
I too intend to write. Add a drop to the ocean that already exists. Imprint my memory in the form of a story that i hope to outlive my time on this planet. I believe it is possible. The hardest part of a journey is the start. I have started. The journey is going to be more fruitful ahead.
Every one of us has a dream. A dream that is sometimes stronger than reality itself. But how do we make it our reality. Do we sit and talk about it? Or day-dream?
There has to be something that each one of us has to do, a step towards the horizon.
A horizon at which our aspirations and reality is one and the same. At which we do not dream to be, but live to be. And we are all searching for this place. It is right there up ahead on the road we have chosen to traverse. For all roads lead us to our true destiny. I believe that i am en route to mine. Hope you are too. And somewhere along this path we shall meet again. And i sincerely hope it is on the other side of this horizon.
I am afraid to take the risk, afraid to let go. This rope I hold on to in this perfect world is all that i have to remind myself of it. The minute I let go, I’m reborn. A different life and a different time. But I do not want that. We're all too comfortable in our little shells. The hard exterior that has taken eons to mold. We do not want to let it all wash away. Be stranded on another island and make it home.
I am afraid to let go.
I will on a different day. I must. For a world awaits my presence. A creation in the universe, just for me. I do not have the strength or belief today, tomorrow!
I must share this one incident with you. About my greatest passion in this life. Football.
It all started some years back. I was at school. A normal average kid, who believed to be special, There was nothing special about him. He was like anybody else.
Beautiful days, filled with hope and laughter.
It was an age, when we are all like lost ships at sea. The high current taking us places. Just drifting along. Football was something like an anchor in my life. It helped me against the currents. I wasn't drifting anymore. I felt at home. At peace.
It was a wonderful thing. The sheer joy of playing. I wasn't particularly good at it. Nothing exceptional. But inside me lived a creature that fueled my desire to get better. There were days I would not listen to anybody else. I was arrogant. I believed my place to be was at a field and nowhere but there. Every game I played every broken sweat. It all had made sense to me. Life had a meaning, a purpose.
There were days I used to think. Wonder when I would eventually stop playing? Every time that thought found its way into my head, i would kill it with a series of promises to myself. Promises to work harder. To never quit. If someone had told me in those days that I would distance myself from it in a couple of years, I would have laughed at him. I had a passion so strong that nothing else seemed even remotely important.
I do not play anymore. I quit after a series of recurring injuries.
Imagine a life where you are not allowed to do what you love the most. I felt helpless. I felt angry. I hated this world for being this cruel to me. Where did I falter, lose my way of righteousness that i was being punished so severely. I had no answer, nobody to demand answer.
I replayed that event a million times over in my head. Only if i hadn't gone to play that day, if somehow i could go back and alter a small detail.
I did try to play after the initial incident. But it was never the same. Fear replaced hope. I could not enjoy without being afraid. And then it happened again. I decided to stop playing. It was my decision. I hated myself. But i believed it was my time to quit.
After a while, a thought got stuck in my head. I started believing that it was the way life was trying to talk to me, trying to tell me something.
And then I asked myself again, when would I stop playing?
I did not laugh this time, no more promises either.
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