Dont trample on my dreams



Sacred Space-
Trying Times
I asked the Lord for a bunch of fresh flowers but instead he gave me an ugly cactus with many thorns.I asked the Lord for some beautiful butterflies but instead he gave me many ugly and dreadful worms.I was threatened, i was disappointed, imourned.But after many days, . suddenly, i saw the cactus bloom with many beaqtiful flowers, j and those worms becan1e i beautiful butterflies 1 flying in the spring wind. J God's way is the best way. i Chun-Ming Kao, 1 writing from prison I
I do not ~ow, 0 God, I What is there in I store for me. I Only let me have your grace;live with your blessing.l Prayer of a Tamil I awaiting repatriation I to India !+ t o merciful God, I forgive me all the sins I i have committed I against you, !and against my !fellow men. I I trust in your grace ' and commit my life wholly into your hands.So do with me as seems best to you and as is best for me.Whether i live or die, i am with you, and you are with me, my God.Lord, i wait for your salvation.Dietrich Bonboeffer
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Tread Carefully Lest You Trample Ori My Dreams
Farhan Shariff
Dreams divide our awareness of existence into two halves ---c who we are, and who we want to be.Dreams rescue us from harsh reality. We may be nine-to-fivers but it is our dreams that push us forward. Who knows what's round the corner, when we don't even know where the corner is or what it looks like? Destiny is a winding, unpredictable road that constructs itself as you move on.Heaven is a dream. No one has seen it. No one can verify its existence. And those who are there can't tell us what it looks like. The delights of heaven are supposedly unimagil:lable. But your concept of heaven could differ from mine.
Dreams suffer a tragic degradation as one grows older. As children, we all start out dreaming of being some kind of swashbuckling hero, a daring adventurer standing out. Imagination is fertile and fresh. You are allowed the liberty, because you're young. And then we are packed off to the assembly line that intends to make generic models out of otherwise unique individuals formal education, an ordeal that lasts for close to two decades.Supposed to equip us with the skills of survival.
But not every educated man is happy and successful. Numbers on the school marks sheet are not always proportionate to the quality of life. Life is an entity too complex to be quantified by mere numbers."We read, we write, we calculate/ Got no choice but to participate. Of heroes we learn, old and new/some inspire lots, some a few/Do i follow my dream, or do i follow the crowd?/ Do i bear with silent patience, or speak out aloud? / Do i laugh or do i cry? / Do i walk or should i fly? / Do i stand out and ask them why? / Or should i just shut up and comply?" And then comes that stage of life that can be best described by John Lennon's Working Class Hero - "When they've tortured
and scared you for 20-odd years/ And then they expect you to think of career". When we get out of school and college, we face surprises. You ask, "Why didn't anyone warn me, about this?"
The world suddenly seems to have grown 10 times bigger.Life is no longer about advenĀ· ture and fantasy. From here on, it's all about responsibility, making ends meet and saving for a rainy day. About staying in line or risk losing everything. Because by now, you probably have a fanilly that has to share your risks.And they mayor may not be willing to do so. It's no longer about living - it's about not dying.Dreams are not yet dead.
They fight a determined battle as you struggle to survive. They get injured in the fight and evenĀ· tually weaken. Dreams don't put food on the THE table. "Stop dreaming SPEAKING' and get back to work, TREE . i want that done yesterday". And the sand in the hourglass keeps running out.You are busy, you barely realise how time flies.
Your dreams have now grown as old and weak as your physical self. They look nothing like those of the kid who tied a towel to his back and thought he was superman. The sands of time have buried most 'of them. Dreams are now reduced to dreaming of the moment the phone will ring.
Even a wrorignumber will do. And i wonder how many contemplate: Did we make the right decisions? Did we really benefit from the safety of the herd? These are abstract questions.The other Way could have been the right thing, hut the best laid plans fall victim to the unexpected.But one thing's for certain. The sand in the hourglass keeps running out. And towards the end, if there remain any unanswered questions, they shall remain so.
Dreams are like Harry Potter's Mirror of Erised. Men can waste away in front of them. But we have the right to dream. And we should dream. Because the first step towards fulfilling a dream is, well, dreaming.
~ James Allen ~
You can dream it, you can do it.
~ Walt Disney ~
When you cease to dream you cease to live.
~ Malcolm S. Forbes ~
Ialways have to dream up there against the stars. If I don't dream I will make it, I won't even get close.
~ Henry J. Kaiser ~
To accomplish great things we must first dream, then visualize, then plan... believe... act!
~ Alfred A. Montapert ~
Big thinking precedes great achievement.
~ Wilfred Peterson