We arent born with dreams. We take birth with them.

I want to be a freelance writer to write when my heart rushes into a whirlpool of emotions and when my only companion is myself.
I wish to be a wildlife photographer spending my nights curled on a tree just to witness the best click.
I dream of living on the hills in a tiny cottage overlooking the snow-clad mountains, having a small garden and a bonfire to sleep by on freezing nights and most importantly a small cafe where I cook the best cookies for passerby.

“We aren’t born with dreams. But we take birth with them. “


How often are our life decisions willing to lead us to the track which leads us to our ultimate destination of euphoria. A euphoria which never ends. A joy which is incomprehensible but yet so fulfilling. A paradise in harsh reality which is better than your dreams.
There are very few. And trust me they are the “lucky few”.
We live in a world which is governed by rules of unbiasedness where the deserving is left behind for unperceived reasons and the undeserving glides the toughest terrains.
Circumstances. Responsibilities. Obligations. Societal norms. Pressures of uncountable and unheard sorts. And most importantly a dilemma of being accepted for what you love. The lost of excuses and facts will always eclipse the true desires of our existence.
But how often do we indulge ourself in things which makes our heart and hands waltz in unison.H ow often are we willing to take the risk of finding something and working towards something so mind boggling that it keeps you awake at night and makes you forget about the days? How willing are to we to believe in something so vivid and deep that you know it is only infinite. How much are we willing to let off the chains of the society which prevent us from living our wishes which occupy the pages of our late night diary entries? How much fire we have within us to burn everything that comes in our way to ashes? How much courage runs in our veins to take that one step ahead which is going to change our lives?

– Aprajita