Wonder- Wonder

Had written quite a few years ago. was trying to be all philosophical and stuff...he he he.

Sometimes one wonders about the near future. Most of us do, don’t we? And what about some answers? Do they ever come to us? So, this wonder as I put it is like a question. A big one! And the solution to it lies somewhere. Now, here forms another doubt monster - ‘where’? How will it be after today?

Let’s say, most of us even wonder about the immediate tomorrow. Even though we go about our daily routine we speculate whether tomorrow is going to be any different, any better or any worse.

On the account of changing the subject at a minimal degree, at times one marvels at this gift called life and its ambiguity. So unpredictable in nature, isn’t it? Majority of the worlds population believe in fate or that our life is destined to go where it has to go. But if in the next minute I erase whatever thoughts have been printed on paper here, was it meant or happen or did I just disappoint myself with the usage of the words. It is an example, of course, though, not as complicated as life. There probably are instances much more descriptive then the one above.

We believe whatever our mind tells us or want us to believe. Surely, there are times when our mental power does stray towards these questions. We may not discuss it, but somewhere in the background there are queries which can never be answered by anyone. Nor can they be known from a piece of art or a book. It can only be, by the greatest gift to the human kind, the mind, and its ability to think on a far larger horizon.

Illusional dreams

Dreams, crazy dreams. Nightmares! Lots of tossing and turning. Trying to stop those bad guys from catching up with me. I am running and they just keep coming closer. Closer still. I trip, I fall. I keep falling. A feeling of complete weightlessness washes over me. Thud! I land. Feel my breath go out of me. Am I dead? My dream tells me I am. But my conscious mind tells me "Wake up! You are still breathing! You are still alive!." And yes, somehow, I wake. I am too afraid to go back to sleep. Lie awake in the dark willing myself to be vigilant, to keep my eyes from closing shut. They don't agree. They need rest. Sleep comes. It eventually does and this time the mind goes completely blank. Like the dream was an illusion in itself. Was it? Or was it a message to open my eyes to reality.