In everyday of our life, starting from the time when we are
born and raised we pass through the series of journey encountering
millions of things , either things expected or unexpected that makes us excited or drowned, usual or unusual. By the way, did you ever question yourself
sometime’s with your inner self of how you’re doing? if your dreams are fulfilled?
and if you’re really on the place that you wanted to be or not? and a million
questions that you desperately waiting for an answer. If it’s not the worst of blunder, I guess we
ask less to ourselves then the feeling that arose within the same body, I guess this days we care less for questioning ourselves then letting it go and let time to take
where ever it takes us.
It was one fine morning, when Delhi has welcome a cold wind
of winter and I was on the terrace catching some air before going to
college. Suddenly, all those flashback
when I was a kid, when I was in school, when I was a student came rumbling in
my mind when I see those kids near my college campus going to school for the
day and I had a question back in mind; What they would become? How they would
make themselves to see the world and let people see them?
Each and every individual must have a dream that they dream to be,wishes that they wished to be with all the lights from different people
that we meet in our daily life and with each single journey that we take since from the time when we started our journey
of life. But do you ever thought of how much dream that disappear and come
another? Do you ever thought if you have
nurtured and living with a same dream that you wanted to be?
Alright, allow me to narrate the shortest of my story of
life of dreams.
When I started my pre-primary school, I was one of the weakest student that teacher would have in
his class and moreover I wasn’t
interested in studying and all sort of education at school. That very time, my
dream, my wish was to be a monk. Seriously I still remember how much I have
fallen in love for those life, when I
see monk of my age when my parents takes to monastery and temple.
Gradually with moving time when I was 9, I forgot all those dreams and by
then I was a average student after the best a dad could do for his son. He
always find a time to teach me, always find a great ways to develop my
enthusiasm and energy in studies and would encourage me to be like my big
brother who is excellent in studies.
Once as it happened during class 3, when I topped English and ranked
third in class, my energy has boosted to maximum level and with each passing
year, I felt love so much with the language and I wanted to a journalist.
My dream of becoming journalist lasted a few year after I
pass my Bhutan secondary examination.
And getting to higher secondary, I was one of the student among many who
was confused in choosing subject. By
then , with less of my dreams and more of the dreams of people whom I love, I
choose the dreams of my love to be a humble doctor in my life. So, as it happen my dream was to be a doctor and land up in
higher secondary school choosing biology completing closing another window of
engineering.
So now i am here in Delhi, pursuing pharmacy, to be
pharmacist in future and that’s my career.
In life, i guess nobody is sure of who you wanted to be, because dreams changes with every situations and growth of change in this life. Seriously, i saw rarely those who still lived with dream that wanted to be always.
With all my changing dreams, i landed up wondering about those school going kids of what they would become and where life would take them. Sometime's i feel like dreams are like those dream that we see in sleep which disappear the next morning when we wake up.
So the question is; are you still with dreams that you wanted to fulfill? are you in the place that you wanted to be? i admit i am not and i wonder where life would take me next despite the plans and huge dreams even after those disappeared ones.
