Dreaming on the Toilet Seat

I say to life; Bring it on.

How often do you discuss your dreams with others? How often have you been told to achieve first and then declare later? How often you have been hammered with the thought that to openly speak about your vision in life and your methods to achieve them is to showcase your arrogant mind? I have this peculiar habit of thinking aloud, however trivial the thoughts may be – from how did I find that damsel who crossed the street to what I wish to achieve in life and how do I intend to achieve them, and discuss my idea with anyone whom I find interesting – friends, colleagues, complete strangers like autorickshaw drivers to street bums. When I tell the seemingly impossible dreams I dream and my grand plans to achieve them, with a passion that radiates from every cell of my body, I find a large majority of people simply getting defensive. Some advice me that I must be more humble while a few others hint that I must concentrate on achieving rather than on only speaking about achieving.  Some look at me with reverence and say that so far they haven’t met someone who is so confident in life and yet there are a few who simply laugh, awaiting the vicarious pleasure of watching me bite the dust.

I have one answer for all of them. The mere possibility of a failure can never prevent me from dreaming.  Discussing my dreams with my friends and strangers alike provides me the much needed vibrancy in thought process. It also helps me to remain focused. If a time comes when I am on the crossroads where I have to decide to be or not to be, to do or not to do, to reach out and excel or go back and get cosy, the fact that I have discussed my dreams with so many people propels me to live up to the reputation I have created for myself, making me walk that extra mile. My life history tells me that often that extra mile has decided my success or failure in my endeavours, for it is not said without wisdom that a man who survives a gladiator fight is the one who remained courageous five minutes longer than the other.

If, after all this, at the end of the day, I fail, or get trounced, or get flattened by the road roller called life, I will simply get up, brush aside my dirt, shrug away the pain, and start walking again. I will not get intimidated. I won’t ever stop trying. I say to life; Bring it on.