Killing our dreams.

The following write up is not at all my production. These words are by Petrus. He has shared these thoughts with Paulo Cohelo during his book "The Pilgimage". Cohelo has shared this article on his blog. I like Cohelo's short stories, they have learning and common sense into it, not lengthy and some punch lines that straight goes into erythrocytes. And we can relate with them, as I was discussing with Bebo. 

I could have shared the link with you, but I so much wanted to write it. So that it sinks in the system and get carved on subconscious as well. I am not agree with whole of the thoughts of Petrus but I liked the so much seasoned thought process. 

Its not at all necessary to agree with everything that big shots writes unless it agrees with your own reason and common sense, as Buddha says. 
Recently came across with one outstanding poet Spike Milligan. I have posted 
it on my poems blog. He has some tragic ways to blush at words. 

Killing our dreams : 

The First Symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.

The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.

And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.

When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.

We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.

And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons
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