I dream about things I hope for. There are a lot of random things which I hope to happen. But what I fail to realize is that my dreams don't have a concrete base to stand on.
I consider hope a very dangerous thing. It gives us an illusion of the beauty of a dream. But what it hides from us can be experienced only after our dreams begin to shake. Worst is the case when hopes get entwined with someone else's. The dreams become so very complex and precarious. Its like two different persons building a "house" with playing cards on the same piece of cloth. And when a slight pluck displaces the cloth, the cards fall down within a second.
But after they fall down we fail to distinguish our cards from that of the other person's. We had been so engrossed in building it that all the cards,now, seem to be the same! Hopes are nothing but these cards and what we build with them is a dream.
Not hoping for anything could be a solution to not dreaming and thus, there would be no expectation from life. It would free us from the unwanted distress associated with broken dreams. But isn't it impossible for humans to stop dreaming.... to stop hoping and wishing for something?
I wish I could hold on to all my dreams. Watching dreams break, which had been nurtured in our mind, is quite hurting. Why do dreams break? Why isn't there any adhesive that could hold them together?
