Ever wondered what dreams are made of? Ever wondered why we aren’t ever satisfied even if we are completely filled with all that we’ve desired? Ever wondered why it so happens that we finish the circles but yet try and find some corners in this shape, which to the world is impossible?
I’ve kept feeling restless lately. Honestly, I wonder why. I wonder what it is that keeps me in this state at least once a day. I’m enjoying spending time with myself. I enjoy staying alone. The drive back home in the nights really makes me smile. I do love a few people. I love them much more than what they can see from me. I don’t want them to know how much I love them. I want it to be a puzzle…a puzzle that can last a lifetime for them to realize…and maybe for me too. It scares me…to have them leave me. I’m scared of them going away from me. I’m scared of them forgetting me. Is it being childish or is it just my love and gratitude to them?
I’m tired of these chains holding me. I’m tired of these restrictions to do things. I’m tired of those worried looks at home waiting to see that graduation paper, someday! I’m tired to think of people all the time! I’m tired to think about myself after the first! I want to live for myself! Am I being selfish or is it just my love and passion towards my dreams? And, now, I smile and look back at the first three lines of this verse.
Perhaps, corners aren’t really possible to be found in a circle unless you draw a tangent to it! But, who made these rules? Who is the creator?
Perhaps the desire for fulfillment is much more exciting than fulfillment itself! But, when do I know that it is fulfillment that I have reached? When do I know that my desires are at rest? Who makes the rules? Who is the creator? And, about my dreams…I’m yet to answer the question…
Are my dreams made of me, or am I made of them? Who has the rules? Who is the creator?
