Passion is the essence of existence. Be it in the work, in the urge to achieve something, in the urge to be somewhere, to learn something... for that matter in whatever it is, the journey fails to be fulfilling...without that urge,that desire kept alive through years that come and go by. The burning fire, restlessness, faithful insomnia through all these years, persistent call of some distant destination, very dear nostalgia at the same time accompanied with the boiling blood for the always eagerly awaited future- they all make the game very much alive, worth living, worth fighting for...
I do not know when, when we can make things turn in the direction we want them to... Nevertheless, they feel worth fighting for. Had this continual desire not been there, I do not know what would have driven us all.
Despite cherishing a dream, neither do I wish to be judged nor do I wish to run in the rat race until I am short of breath. Dreams cherished by us are so special that they deserve and they ought to be nurtured and protected from the detrimental environment if around, from the people who have already fenced their reach, from the venomous and mundane sanctuary of so called "achievement measuring" paradigms. Numerous achievers had nothing but a staunch belief that it was "passion" if anything which had the invincible ability to satiate their unquenchable thirsts despite all unfavourable circumstances surrounding them.
Success, happiness, contentment and the sense of achievement are all relative. Epilogue for someone could be a preface for the other. In that context everyone is in the urge of a fat book. However it is important to understand that, whatever be the size of this book, a meaningful read demands continuity and a true desire- same is the case with our dreams as well!
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