When I was younger, being a dreamer wasn’t as cool as it is now. Not many middle class borns in India were shunning the tried-and-tested for their hearts’ calling. Where your entire life was laid down before you in a map more black & white than Raj Kapoor movies, even as you were learning how to spell career, dreaming was a nuisance of a habit.
It was tough though, to always be disciplined in a world of Enid Blyton books and a mind whose existence is virtual and reach, limitless. Then came the days of self-doubt when all your peers were darting ahead in the race of conforming to socially accepted standards of success, while you were left behind nursing a heart and a soul, and a head even, that just couldn’t seem to do as they were told. Winning is a habit, said Vince Lombardi. Unfortunately so is losing. Said the same person. I knew I was cultivating a habit somewhere deep inside my guts, one that had its own mind, worked its own way, and never cared for what the world had to say. But whether that led to winning or losing was one I had to find out later. Was I then, supposed to allow it to flourish or nip it right in the bud? They say it is at this very moment of dilemma that one learns to believe in oneself.
It is the present day and I’m far from being sure of whether I am on the winning side or the losing. But the conflict no longer exists. It also helps that the present times are a much warmer climate for dreams to breed, irrespective of whether or not they are in concordance with anything or anyone that is not me. Me is a big word now. It doesn’t have to hide behind We. It doesn’t have to bother if it’ll look silly if it fails. Because the only thing I remind me of is that I know I will lose only if I never did what I wanted to. My dreams can never be defined from the perspective of my parents, my teachers or my friends. There is only one unique perspective for every single person to live his life with that cannot be tampered with.
People try though. And the biggest threat to the existence of Me is You. Your self-doubt and your lack of belief. Life is tough. It was meant to be. Ask the first ever humans who stepped into a world untamed and so devoid of all the resources and opportunities that we wish they saw now.
Between the dreamer and the achiever stands the fighter. Don’t give up just yet. Keep the cape close.