Dreams....

Has it ever happened to you that you wake up on a perfect morning, with the sun shining bright and the wind softly caressing your face, with the smell of coffee drifting in the air…and yet feel like just pulling the covers and blocking out the world… Life can be very funny at times…give you everything you dreamed off and worked for and yet make you feel like shit.

Dreams seem like the sole source of all happiness, like they say if you achieve your dreams you’ve “made it” in life. But honestly is there anything known as “achieving your dreams”? I think dreams are those ever elusive goals that we keep setting for ourselves, making our mind believe that our source of happiness lies in that one job, that one house, that one car…that one mate. When infact happiness is all around us, we just refuse to accept it.

It’s not like we shouldn’t have dreams… its very essential for sake of all things that have purpose that we dream and set goals and work towards achieving them. Achieving them is definitely a source of happiness, but should not being able to achieve them be a source of sadness. I’ve been trying to solve this question in my head for a very long time now. Is it so wrong to be satisfied and happy with what you have? Why is there always the need to want more? Is wanting our way of feeling alive, of feeling that we have some purpose. Why cant living life itself be a purpose.

Since time immemorial I remember being asked “ so what is your ambition beta?” and my answers have gone from genetic engineering to astrophysics to medicine to journalism to Advertising to entrepreneurship. Even today if anyone asks me that question I would give them a definite answer, but will achieving that actually make me feel purposeful and happy...well now that’s the question. Will my life stop being purposeful once I get married, get my restaurants running and watch kids grow up well. If not than why do we chase our set dreams so wildly, sacrifice family and love to achieve that career we want, and then sacrifice the career to have the family we want. Why cant we just be content with doing what makes us happy, why the need to constantly win? And in the end who is to say who the winner is. Like I said Life can be very funny at times…give you everything you dreamed off and worked for and yet make you feel like shit