Dream my boy! Dream! Dream to rid of your rote monotony. Dream if you dare! Dream to show you have guts! But never dream for the sake of dreaming. For, dreaming is but to take up cudgels against adversity. Dream to make your life what you like it to be. If you are young and still can't dream, You will be abusing the Xs and Ys that dreamed of you. When you grow up to a man, you can't dream. For, nightmares beset you to disturb your sleep. And once you become old, What will there be to dream about Except a long inventory of bungled up promises, And life wasted away as a vast desert of time?
Dream my boy! Dream! Dreaming is not yet another exercise of pastime. It is trying to draw a blueprint of life. It is an epoch to embark upon challenges The earlier generations dreaded to dream about. Dream about freeing from every shackle, About breaking every chain that impedes your progress. Let dreaming be such an obsession with you That you dream about things no one hitherto ever dreamt of. Imagine where you would be Had not that caveman dared to dream!
So, dream my boy! Dream! Not anybody can, nor everybody would dream. Many shiver in their socks to dream And of the few that can, most leave their dreams At the doorstep of eyelids when they have to buck-up. Only a digital few live to translate their dreams, This, for a bewildered onlooker seems dream living. Dreaming is not resignation to fate amidst string of failures. On the contrary, it is a defiance of it And resilience from the sense of defeat. It is 'bonsai'ing hope and confidence, In the fist of determined effort.
Only those that quarry courage from the deep recesses Of their psyche to face every want, battle out every hurdle A la Galileo, Socrates, or Copernicus Could dare dreaming of exotic things. Rest stay content Inhuming their blessed youth in the hives of time Sans identity, sans respect, Sans any notion of them having ever existed.