Ever dreamt of something so much that you bet all your present for that? Even on the best of the days, with the most adorable people around, and in the most happening moments, the thought of that most aspirational goal of your life kept you forever in a prison of discontent.
Aim so rock solid that you breathed it day in and day out; so obsessive that you sacrificed all your successes for that; and so trepid that snatched all delight off your world.
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And then, one hapless day, a terrible blow, an apocalyptic disaster, not just shattered that very dream, but shattered your heart into a million shards, with their sharp edges further puncturing every other vital.
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Seeing the plush estate of your biggest ambition turning into ruins getting ravaged by your own misfortune’s bulldozer; and the wall parting you with the most treasured target of your life getting abnormally harder and higher with every passing day, you fall deeper into a vicious trap of grief and mental sickness.
Years on, trying to recover from the most formidable blow of your life; this very day, seeing the world out there, prepping up for the D-day, you stand on the verge of an emotional collapse – inches closer, yet miles away from your lifelong mission. What once could be in your reach, has today turned into a mirage, something that you feel every second, but can't really conquer, no matter what.
As I earlier narrated a reel life view in one of my blog posts on ‘why not to let your lifelong dreams die’; I, disastrously feel the exact same happening in real life today. Steps tremble, and legs bleed; scorching heat dries even the last droplet of saliva in mouth, and red giant ants pluck the eyes and vision; grief induced, burnt, black blood, profuse off the wounds, and giant rocks fall hard every minute to disfigure any smile on the face.
What else is all this but an indication of the near-permanent dying of a lifelong dream?!