Dream and Keep On Dreaming....
I miss dreaming. or rather remembering what i dreamt about. i used to wake up even in the middle of the night just to post a note on my cellphone about the things i dreamt about. And then in the morning when i wake up to check what i've written, i sometimes get confused while trying to remember. it can go on the whole day, my mind being preoccupied with trying to recall the things i saw in my dreams or sometimes me feeling as if im still dreaming and walking around dazedly.
They sometimes come in spurts; sporadic dreams of people i haven't really met and places i've never been to but somehow they feel familiar. like i've seen them before or i've gone to places that by some means i feel too at home with.
Question's of suspects that bothering me...
Why are we suspicious of our happiness as if it's undeserved?
Why are we suspicious of our certainty that the small insignificant space we occupy is really big, grand and meaningful?
Why are we suspicious of our laughter as if it shouldn't come from people like us?
Why are we suspicious of our strength and valor as if our wounds are not enough proof?
Why are we suspicious of those who are most like us?
For all the things i have been blessed to experience during the past 3 months, i am forever grateful.For the people i have been fortunate to consider a part of my journey, even if their presence be temporal or lasting; my heart says thank you and i love you.
For the good and the bad, the beautiful and ugly lessons i have collected along the way, here's to more adventure and madness as we go along.
Most of all thank you for the people who have tried time and again to break my spirit and succeeded if only for some time. You are one of the most beautiful blessings i have received for the past few months. All of you taught me a lot of things about myself. Yes i may be hurt for a moment but after some time but everything is all about MOVING ON.
Here's to life and living every day without expecting anything but accepting things and learning from each one as they come along.
To being bruised and wounded and wearing your scars proudly like a badge of courage.
To love and that quest for the elusive One.
To figure out that love need not just be about a significant other, but also about family and friends and those who will love you unconditionally more than you can comprehend.
Here's to being perpetually confused with life and everything but still trying your darnest to understand with all your capacity.
To ask and never running out of questions.
To accept and letting go.
To go out of your comfort zone and experiencing something new.
To leap into the void without thinking but only feeling that even if you fall along the way someone will still catch you.
To endlessly celebrating even the simplest or smallest details about life.
The Endorphines of GG's LIFE

The Director, The Crazy One and The Wow Amazing

The People Behind The Scenes

The Magician

The Illusionist and The Singer

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