The past is filled with dead dreams,
And the future with approaching death—
Yet only the death of the body;
For our soul died many years ago,
When, in youthful ignorance,
We abandoned our childhood dreams.
The past is filled with dead dreams and the future looms with the certainty of death. Yet, it is only the body that meets its end—for our soul often dies long before, in the quiet moments when we abandon our childhood dreams.
In our youthful ignorance, we trade passion for practicality, wonder for routine and ambition for safety. We convince ourselves that growing up means letting go, that dreams are indulgences rather than necessities. But what if the true tragedy isn’t the inevitability of death, but the slow fading of the dreams that once made us feel alive?
Perhaps it’s time to revisit the echoes of our childhood hopes—to breathe life back into what once set our souls on fire. Because a life without dreams isn’t really living; it’s just waiting for the inevitable.
Did you ask yourself: Am I truly alive, or just surviving?
bhaskar saikia 
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