Never Back Down.

A child wishes to be an artist, but he cant. He is held back by the rigidity of the world. He faces questions.The world demands income for survival. How is an artist supposed to gain a regular income or be considered highly in the annuls of society? We live in a strange world, where materialism dominates beauty. Dreams are suppressed and thoughts are fed in rather than being allowed to flourish on their own. People fear to speak out their dreams. They fear to reach out to their world in an attempt to convince society, to imbibe what one expects in a society. Man's claim to being a social animal is being put into practice literally. He is a slave to the idealism and realism of society and is mixed up in ego and structure. A frame shift has to occur soon, or else our world is set to be a monotonous melancholy in the melody that life is. Talent is to be allowed to flourish. Let people build their sandcastles in the air, one day they may harden to form castles of real splendor. Let us try for once to see the world in a different way. It's just perspective that needs to change. Change is the only thing that is permanent. And a change now is inevitable, or we will remain what we are. One man achieving his dream, shall inspire many a man to chase their dream. Let us build a culture, which actually gives man freedom, freedom from all sorts of chains of the society that ties one down.

Never back down on your dreams. Punch the air harder till you find the door to your dreams.

"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get".
Beginning my blogging antics with a quote from my favourite movie.
Life. The biggest mystery in the world. A quest where one doesnt remember the beginning or the end. A quest that doesnt break unless you choke yourselves with misery.
A few months ago, A certain incident thrombed feelings of loneliness and misery into me. For a while, I started to question myself and my life. Misery was catching up with me. But then, taking my time, I found happiness in what else lay ahead. Such is life. One day, You are surfing peaks. The next thing you know, Those waves swallow you and grind you into a big gaping vortex. People of substance escape the vortex with their confidence. The weaklings succumb to it. Their life ends there.
For those who escaped it, the wave pounding over them is just a memory. A memory that encouraged them to move on and smile wider. No one is a Notradamus. No one foresee's what snares life has laid down ahead or what treats lie ahead. This unpredictablity is indeed what makes it worth living.
There's nothing good or bad. Thinking makes it so.