Do you remember the first time you tried to stand on your little feet? You stumbled and fell down immediately. Your mom rushed to you seeing you cry out aloud, wrapped her arms around, pulled you close and kissed on your cheek. You felt her warmth and love and those drops of tears disappeared from your eyes even before you realized.
Do you remember the first time you crossed a street with your father? He lifted you up in his arms and with very cautious steps he carried you across. You felt so secured. Yes that's how our parents are; an eternal source of care and affection, an indomitable sense of security and so much more.
But, when this endless love tends to be overbearing, when the security of their arms chain down our dreams, where do we look up to? We get drowned in an awkward feeling of disgust which we all hate to acknowledge.
Superficial life
Beginning from the days of our school we are nurtured to be the best among the rest wherever we go and in whatever we do. And, nevertheless, our parents always rush to our patronage and support us in every possible way they can. We are inspired to make our choices in life in a way that would make them proud and happy. To be a topper in school, to be a doctor or an engineer, a C.A. or a lawyer; to grab the most promising job at hand even if it barely interests us; to marry the one they select for us; settle down and lead a complacent and contented life.
Those who accomplish all of these are the most successful— the ideal person; brightening up the face of their parents, driving past all their peer competitors and rivals, leaving the onlookers jealous.
And the only way to achieve all these, in this materialistic and competitive world, is by winning over others. Amidst this rat-race do we ever get to do what our hearts want us to do? Do we listen to our inner-selves? Do we realise our dreams or rather, do we even dream? It pains to answer these questions because these will rarely be positive.
We are so disillusioned by success, so we keep running, racing against time, way beyond our abilities. But where do we reach ultimately? Nowhere. We just turn out to be struggling heroes, excelling over others at the cost of our dreams and longings— the glorified hero whose soul is eclipsed by these superficialities.
Slowly as years pass by in complacency, we would start ageing. Looking back at the days of our youth we would regret that how we could have lived our dreams and how we had wasted the opportunities that came our way. Then we would try to realise our dreams by imposing them on our future generations.
It is time that we cut off from this milieu; we cannot squander the precious moments that life offers us.
Do not mistake this as treason against our parents. Because the ones who love us always embrace our prosperity, which is nothing but the reflection of our happiness
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