I was sweating badly.. In that dark and humid jungle I was suffocating. I thought I was going to die here without air or water. There was no end to this misery. Still, there I was running with full force, for the life.
I couldn't stop, for there were my folks waiting for me to bring something for them to eat. You know "I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep" stuff. I am tired to the hell, still sweating buckets out, my lungs are stretched to the maximum. Suddenly things shuddered with some cool drops; I am awake and realize I was in the comforts of my bedroom. My wife, standing besides the bed, looking at me with strange eyes, had sprinkled some water drops on me to wake me up.
"What happened to you?" she demands. And I am lost in the confusing jungle of my thoughts, trying to fathom the meaning of the dream. Most dreams do not have meanings but I somehow know there was a meaning to this dream. My wife gives me another puzzled and a bit stern look this time. I am sure she was getting late to get ready for her college.
I finish drinking my cup of tea and start the day's routine. Routine!! did I just say ROUTINE! Yes that's that. The whole meaning of the dream flashes in front of me. Oh God! Thanks. What a dream.
The jungle in the dream actually was the bored cabins of my office where I go through the drudgery of days ROUTINE work. I am still trying to run faster and faster in the corporate world because I have promised my folks some comforts, some money and some name for my own ego. The dream had a meaning, but then so had the shuddering cold water sprinkled on me. Yes, the water was actually a reminder that I should shake all the boredom off me and be enthusiastic about the new day. The new day, this brings all the new things to learn. I know I had lost that enthusiasm to learn, to see the wonders each day brings. I was suffocating under the boredom of my own making. And was instead cursing everything else for boredom, my job, my city, my car and sometimes even my wife and myself!
Now I know I need to sprinkle few drops of cold water to bring about the light in the darkness, some cool breeze in the suffocating space and same enthusiasm in my life all over again. For that I need to come out of my comfort zone and revive that thirteen-year-old’s enthusiasm for life back. May be slow down a bit in the process, doesn’t matter.
Being an adult with a thirteen year old’s enthusiasm is just great..
I couldn't stop, for there were my folks waiting for me to bring something for them to eat. You know "I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep" stuff. I am tired to the hell, still sweating buckets out, my lungs are stretched to the maximum. Suddenly things shuddered with some cool drops; I am awake and realize I was in the comforts of my bedroom. My wife, standing besides the bed, looking at me with strange eyes, had sprinkled some water drops on me to wake me up.
"What happened to you?" she demands. And I am lost in the confusing jungle of my thoughts, trying to fathom the meaning of the dream. Most dreams do not have meanings but I somehow know there was a meaning to this dream. My wife gives me another puzzled and a bit stern look this time. I am sure she was getting late to get ready for her college.
I finish drinking my cup of tea and start the day's routine. Routine!! did I just say ROUTINE! Yes that's that. The whole meaning of the dream flashes in front of me. Oh God! Thanks. What a dream.
The jungle in the dream actually was the bored cabins of my office where I go through the drudgery of days ROUTINE work. I am still trying to run faster and faster in the corporate world because I have promised my folks some comforts, some money and some name for my own ego. The dream had a meaning, but then so had the shuddering cold water sprinkled on me. Yes, the water was actually a reminder that I should shake all the boredom off me and be enthusiastic about the new day. The new day, this brings all the new things to learn. I know I had lost that enthusiasm to learn, to see the wonders each day brings. I was suffocating under the boredom of my own making. And was instead cursing everything else for boredom, my job, my city, my car and sometimes even my wife and myself!
Now I know I need to sprinkle few drops of cold water to bring about the light in the darkness, some cool breeze in the suffocating space and same enthusiasm in my life all over again. For that I need to come out of my comfort zone and revive that thirteen-year-old’s enthusiasm for life back. May be slow down a bit in the process, doesn’t matter.
Being an adult with a thirteen year old’s enthusiasm is just great..
3 comments:
Good one Jiju!! Nicely interpreted dream.
dis ws rilly a 'Great Says' post frm u...Nice Thought
God informative post. Thanks for sharing it.
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