We are all blind until we see
That in the human plan
Nothing is worth the making
If it does not make the man.
Why build these cities glorious
If man unbuilded goes?
We build the world in vain
Unless the builders also grow.
Poet: Edwin Markham
Today, i would like to introduce you all to one of the most inspiring and compassionate person i came across in my life.Utterly dismayed though, for i never got to know who he was! One day, i went out shopping with my uncle.On our way back he said he had to pick something he had given in a repair shop, which was in a small but very busy market.The narrow, winding roads curving here and there reflected desperate faces, a little dismal and sweating, trying hard to sell whatever they had to offer.There were road side tuck shops, hawkers, street sellers and mongers hovering around our car.My uncle parked the car on the roadside and went to pick the stuff from the repairshop.I preferred to wait in the car, because actually i was more interested in the hustled bustled surroundings.There were more pedestrians than traffic because the lane couldn’t cater to heavy vehicles, also people had to park the car and walk, because it was a real narrow street.I started taking a look at the mob around me, surveying their expressions and actions while they were busy shopping. Some were busy bargaining, while some were making there minds about what to buy.Mothers were busy trying to catch a hold of their kiddos which were all over the place, scared they might get lost in the crowd.It really was a busy marketplace, small but had almost everything imaginable to offer.
Right besides our car, on the right was a lane.People were moving to and fro.I was looking at a few kids sharing candies and also fighting over their uneven distribution, when from behind them,i saw a man approaching the main street.He was busy talking to himself, with outbursts of laughter, unaware of the world which was moving on at its own pace.It was evident he had some sort of mental disability, because he had completely torned off all the clothes on him and was roaming around aimlessly, with literally no clothes on him in the cold weather.He was barefooted, with dust in his head, overgrown beard, a middle aged man left on his own.I felt sad, his eyes showed fear, and pain, which he didn’t even knew he was experiencing.I was tormented by his shabby condition.What can make a person loose control of himself to such an extend?What might have happened in his life, so as to make him loose his mind completely?
I was awe struck.This world which was at ease roaming around paying little or no attention towards him, was responsible for his condition.It is a cruel cruel world, which hurts, aches, tortures and plagues and then……then leaves us on our own devices, either to live miserably, which is similar to not living AT ALL, or to die – unwanted, unloved, unconsoled…..like a garbage can set in a corner, or a dog left outside to die of cold and hunger, and yet there he was curbed to living a life worst than an animals, even dogs don’t deserve that?It was miserable!I felt sick!I was guilty, regretful, ASHAMED!I felt so low, that i couldn’t find myself even in the deepest dungeouns of ignorance.His condition made faces at our dignity, it was a disgrace to humanity, and an embarrasement to all those around him.Even more shameful was the fact, that even i was amongst the notorious!I sat there doing nothing!I couldn’t think of what to do!
And then…out of the blue came a sweet exemplary gesture, of an invisible man.A young guy, probably in college, appeared walking on the scene and stopped near him.He seemed to be from a lower middle class family, making the ends meet with lots of effort and hard work.He was dressed in ordinary clothes, and wore sandals in his feet.He stood there observing the shabby condition of the man, as if he also was figuring out or trying to figure out what to do!After a pause, he started taking off his shirt, and next…..i saw him putting it on the mentally disabled!He moved on, dressed only in a tank top in the freezing cold, as humble as he was before, as if nothing happened! I was amazed, glad and embarrased, for not having thought of anything to comfort the ailing soul, not even as little as he did!
I was still not over the goodness of his little compassionate act that i noticed, that the dumb, numb world around him, started to notice something,but unfortunately, it was not the greatness of his compassion, rather a guy roaming about wearing a tank top in the cold weather, which was SOMETHING to laugh about.There were strange, sarcastic looks and smirks, and some even giggled with foolishness.Some can never learn compassion, their conscience is not conscious!No one saw the greatness of a young man, in his act of kindness, there was a message, his act was a mirror which showed us our own ugly faces, and the harshness and insensitivity which has completely overwhelmed us.
No one ever thought that maybe it was the only nice shirt he had, and that the mentally disabled man might have torn that one apart too in another fifteen minutes or so, but he took a small step, of care and concern.Much more could have been done, but never occurred to anyone.We wail over deadly diseases like cancer but we leave those with serious, long term, treatable mental disorders to bear the pain and torment forever!Just because its painstaking and difficult to devote time to such people?Because we are too self absorbed to care about others and we will begin to think about it only once we’ll develop one such disease?
I would wanna leave you all in the end with the goodness of this little deed of compassion, to hang onto, until you yourself gather your strengths to bring about a much bigger one around you!I will also be inspired forever by that gem of a person, and i promise to my heart to feel the emotions of others every time i feel mine!Believe, that there is goodness and good people out there,and till they are world is still worth living in.We need to join hands with them and prove ourselves worthy of being called human!
“It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.” Bob Goddard
What wonderful moments in time were the ones which were painted with the fabricated “Goody-goody” fairylike stories of life and the set of neat rules to lead it, which our older generations had told us.That: Life is easy as a pie – say no evil, do no evil, hear no evil, follow truth, honesty, generosity, justice, sacrifice, honor, faith….If so, it equates to a world with righteousness, peace, tranquility, humanity, colors, flowers, butterflies, rainbows in short beauty!The storybooks seemed so real, we believed that we had acquired some sort of magical potion to control life, and anything that’s in it.Cartoon characters were so full of life, genuine, as if we’ll reach out and catch them, and transform into them.We believed in the fantasies of the books and the screenplays and we believed in our own vivid imagination which was being woven with the most placid of all emotions and thoughts.For us, life was a picture perfect!
Our eyes had never seen the harsh realities of life.We though of ways to climb the rainbow, jump on the clouds, discover the magical lands in our closets, and riding the old brooms in our houses hoping they might start flying lolz….Actual life, although poles apart, seems far more unattractive, strenuous, difficult.We were raised on the verge of hope, of a beautiful world far and beyond what older generations could create for us, but what they wished for.Our generations, sat crying out loud on their failure, and in return failed ourselves in doing the same.Now we don’t even have the time to sit back and dream because we have filled our lives with hustle bustle and immense efforts to survive.They transfered their dreams and visions to us, which we considered burdens – a punching bag.We are literally beyond bounds taking a shot at them every now and then,but the disappointment outraged.As a result, there are shattered dreams, low morale, and hopeless eyes, and no sense of direction.
Paoulo Coelho is no doubt one of my most favourite authors, because he sows the seeds of optimism.In his book The Alchemist, his bestseller and highly recommended by me if there are any who haven’t read it, he states:
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”
The main charter of his book Santiago, a shepherd boy does so by going on a journey of his dreams.
We often choose not to dream at all, because we can’t bear to see them crumble, or because we lack the will to make them real.We let hopelessness haunt us.When we are young, we don’t know what dreams are, we just have imaginations, power to create images in our minds.When we saw a dream, we used to ask:”Mama, when did this happen?Why do i know it?”, and she used to say:”Honey, don’t worry, it was just a dream”.With the passage of time, our imagination drew colorful fancy images, which seemed fit to tie all up into a dream.As we grew older, the impressions of our dreams grew stronger, and so did the need to transform them.But some of us buried them deep within us, while some lost courage and hope to follow them, and let go.For some it was impossible to achive them in todays times.
In my childhood, i had a stationary box, with images from Disney’s “The Little Match Girl”, which is adapted from Hans Christian Andersen‘s story The Little Match Girl.The girl holding the matchsticks in her hand,with colorful flashes of light all around, and the colors and shine of which had all gathered in her eyes.She was beaming all over, with an aura of her dreams, which she still dare to dream in the darkest hours of her ending life.There was no impression of death, only the beauty of her sweet dreams.The color of one’s dreams can’t be more perfect, subtle, intense and spirited.In her eyes one could see the ultimate longing of her desires.While facing my academic endeavors, one look of her raised my enthusiasm.
William Arthur Ward, an American motivational and inspirational writer said a beautiful thing, which is so true:
“Study while others are sleeping; work while others are loafing; prepare while others are playing; and dream while others are wishing.”
He also said:
“Nothing limits achievement like small thinking; nothing expands possibilities like unleashed imagination.”
Similarly, in life, we need motivation.Charlie Chaplin, the famous comedian of the silent movies era, spent his life on streets after his mother’s illness and his father’s death. As a tribute to his works, his statues are placed in London, and Switzerland where he is buried.He faced the troubles of his life and still kept his dream alive of becominga comic actor.With only miseries to experience, and laughter to sell, he once told about his dream during those distressing times:
“Even when i was in the orphanage, when i was roaming the streets trying to find enough to eat, even then i thought of myself as the greatest actor in the world.”
However, no one can dream without paying its price.Dreams when turned true need a bitter price to be payed, sometimes with sweat and sometimes with blood.With every dream comes a sacrifice, but it should not come in the way of dreaming, because the fruit dreams bear are reaped for generation and generations.Martin Luther King Jr. made a revolutionary speech called “I have a dream”, in which he stated his dreams for his people, America, and humanity.He gave up his life, but the whole world saw the fulffilment of his dreams and how they transformed us all as exalted human beings, with a broader sense of equality and justice for mankind.Similarly, sometimes we have to work till the last drop of sweat in order to accomplish our dreams, they have to be achieved as honor, no one gets them accomplished in charity.
The dilemma of todays human is that he/she has ceased dreaming, and has given up on achieving them.Life is just a rat race, following the same ‘ol routine EVERYDAY!We have created a world which suffocates us, we need to work everyday in order to carve in space for us, and it leaves us no time to carry out our ambitions because we are fighting for survival every moment.We have certainly raised the bar of our life’s standards, but in the process we have left our dreams so far behind on this road to progress and existence, that we can hardly see them.What’s important is to dream, whether of the past or future as per Bob Goddard sayings, because our past always motivates us to do more and inspires us, to be what we couldn’t be, and the future promises hope of the times to come, of what we can become.
Here is a peom by Eugene Field called The Dreams, it’s one of my favourites, read it and you’ll be transported into the land of your own times when you used to dream:
Two dreams came down to earth one night
From the realm of mist and dew;
One was a dream of the old, old days,
And one was a dream of the new.
One was a dream of a shady lane
That led to the pickerel pond
Where the willows and rushes bowed themselves
To the brown old hills beyond.
And the people that peopled the old-time dream
Were pleasant and fair to see,
And the dreamer he walked with them again
As often of old walked he.
Oh, cool was the wind in the shady lane
That tangled his curly hair!
Oh, sweet was the music the robins made
To the springtime everywhere!
Was it the dew the dream had brought
From yonder midnight skies,
Or was it tears from the dear, dead years
That lay in the dreamer’s eyes?
The other dream ran fast and free,
As the moon benignly shed
Her golden grace on the smiling face
In the little trundle-bed.
For ‘t was a dream of times to come–
Of the glorious noon of day–
Of the summer that follows the careless spring
When the child is done with play.
And ‘t was a dream of the busy world
Where valorous deeds are done;
Of battles fought in the cause of right,
And of victories nobly won.
It breathed no breath of the dear old home
And the quiet joys of youth;
It gave no glimpse of the good old friends
Or the old-time faith and truth.
But ‘t was a dream of youthful hopes,
And fast and free it ran,
And it told to a little sleeping child
Of a boy become a man!
These were the dreams that came one night
To earth from yonder sky;
These were the dreams two dreamers dreamed–
My little boy and I.
And in our hearts my boy and I
Were glad that it was so;
He loved to dream of days to come,
And I of long ago.
So from our dreams my boy and I
But neither of his precious dream
Unto the other spoke.
Yet of the love we bore those dreams
Gave each his tender sign;
For there was triumph in his eyes–
And there were tears in mine!
Dreams are magical, they transport us to a place of their own, which is unique.Somewhere inside each of us is a desire to experience the dreams but we are reluctant.Let’s give up money-making for a day or two, lets forget about our status in this world, let go of our apprehensions and pack our bags to embark on the journey of our dreams, the paths we will follow will release us from our miseries, let’s show compassion towards ourselves sometimes, so that we are not answerable to our souls for enchaining them for so long, depriving them of what them could have become.
Our generations now have to teach the future generations the art to dream which is long lost.The pleasures that dreams give us, and the personal satisfaction we obtain while we are on our way to achieve them is matchless.No bank balance or heaps of property which every individual is after can replace it.It will be better if we accomplish our dreams to set an example for them, by making the world suitable for them to dream in.They should not carry the burdens of our incomplete unfulfilled dreams which aches and discourages them.We have no more excuses to calm them with.We cannot face them with the empty dreams we have, we need to build them brick by brick, as well as the dreams of generations before us, so that they move ahead with no stress to bear, into a world made worth living in with the power of our dreams and our ancestors.Let’s prove that we CAN build castles in the air, we CAN dream!
Here is a beautiful inspiration of a song, by a wonderful favorite band ABBA, called “I have a dream“…….let’s sink deep in to the beautiful melody and the revived will to dream: