Life if but a narrow passage with transparent walls,
you can see everything around you, people living their
lives.
But you're stuck in your own narrow passage,
always going forward,
never stoping to think why you can't go in the other
directions, always looking forward, trying to discern what
lays in your horizon, only to finally reach that place you
couldn't discern, and realize that you're in the same
place.
And so the days flow, and the week, months and years, going
from school to highschool, from highschool to the army, and
then you think - Here ! here is my place, my new horizon !
here, I shall make my life, live my dreams, set the world
ablaze !
And so for a short while you truly have a vision, an outlook
of your new world, finally seeing a clear horizon in the
distance ! And as you run forward, to your vision, to your
dream, your destiny, you slam into yet another invisible
wall, this time not on your side, but rather right in front
of you, blocking the way to your new world, and for the rest
of your life, you try to make your way toward that dream,
feeling your way through life, trying to get back on the
path to your dream.
As the days pass, you lose the initial vigor with which you
looked for your dream, as the months pass, you settle on an
ok job, saying to yourself that it's only to keep you going
on the quest, still dimly seeing it on the horizon. as the
years years pass, you settle for an OK mate for life, saying
to yourself that no one really finds the perfect soulmate
and that this one really is gooo for you, and remember how
clear your perfect mate looked in the vision, still barely
visible on the very edge of the horizon.
And so the years go by, you work hard, have a family, raise
3 beutiful children that keep you busy and happy and stay in
place, since you have a family to take care of, and by now
the horizon is again vague, and your vision is only a faint
memory in your mind.
And so more time goes, and your childern grow, and you are
alone again, you have all this time on your hands, and so
you look for your dream again trying to find that hidden
horizon where your dream lays, and so you look with all your
strength to find it again, trying to go back to that hidden
path.
but the path is gone, your dream forsaken, and so you find
yourself a broken, old, fragment of your old, dreaming
self.
And so you spend your days talking about the good old days,
the days of dream, trying to influence the young to go for
their own dream rather than settle for 2nd best, telling
your grandchildren to be all they can be and never give
up,,,knowing deep inside that in the future they will go
through the same sicle, and so the story goes, from father
to son, mother to daughter, generation to generation,
everyone always realizing their mistakes too late, except
the fortunate few who truely suffer in search of their
dreams, and when they find them, become the happiest people
in the world.
So keep dreaming, keep thinking and never give up.
Become the master of your life. Don't let life become your
master.
Don't loose the clear horizen. Once it's gone, you can never
find it again.