Dreams To Die For

"Is it not the right of every artist to dream and rebel against world's stupidity?"

He stood there one among the puny folk with a sheet of paper and pen in hand.He had to pen down the dreams he would die for. Subvertly he understood the insight of the line ,"The natural role of twentieth century man is anxiety".

1 minute 59 seconds to go.

"Life was reckless and it grew more arrogant.Would it suffice the irony my life had crossed?", Amanda had asked him last Sunday, remembered how he had casted his downtrodden eyes with a hint of regret ,"All an illusion,is it?".

She just said,"Everyone tries to impress you and encourage you to cultivate your individuality while at the same time try to squish you into the same ridiculous mold".Well that had made him think ,"Is this life a better place to live ?". Definitely not, so why not dream to make it a serene place to live, without pulling down each other and without curbing the individual rights. 20 seconds left.

He began to pen down his dreams.

1.To raise above the ordinary to become extraordinary.

2.To cultivate my own individuality rebelling against the plethora of world's stupidity .

3.To realize life is serene in itself rather than to lament for the intangible things.

4.To liberate unconditional love and affection to my people.

5.To differentiate freedom and liberty as they are misunderstood quite often.

5. To develop a bond with nature.

Time ends.