break the trance.

Sometimes, your heart wanders across the seven seas, escaping your stiffened body and refuses to come back.
It is uncaged; unperturbed by all that holds you down; it is free, as it always was, until you decided to lock it up and silence it.
It makes you wonder about all the people you could meet, all the places you could see, and all the things you could do.
But you decide to ignore this despairing thought. 
You're high up in the sky, looking at the miniature world below, living a hundred lives, all together.
You let your heart wander for a while, you let the ephemeral happiness take you into its welcoming arms.
But slowly, you realise that it's all fading.
You're now falling, slow and swift, back into your plain old box.
Your landing isn't as easy as you thought it would be; you land hard.
You realise that you've been wandering, so you shake away those distracting thoughts and put your mind into order. No more distractions, you promise yourself.
You drag your heart back where it belongs, into the confines of the darkest and deepest chamber-a place so deep and desolate that you can never hear it, till one day.
And now you're back to the monotonous track. This time, you're not going to let yourself wander. This time, you're going to try harder to only look ahead, to not listen to that voice that echoes deep within, to never break away from this debilitating trance.
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Why is it so, that we so often think of the lives we could be living, oblivious for a second, to the one that we actually do? Are our lives so terribly plain and woeful, that we find it difficult to look for the little splotches of color here and there?
It's okay to allow your mind to wander, its okay to dream as though the genie is your closest companion, its okay to aim for the stars that others find too dim, its okay.
Dream. Get off that track. Break the trance.

Comments

  1. Sam5 June 2016 at 21:44

    Whats the use of dreaming. When it come to reality it hurt our feelings we just cant do anything but just to sit a side like rock and dream in return to get nothing

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    1. Unknown8 June 2016 at 19:23

      Dreams are our escape from reality. :) Wait for it, you'll realise their worth soon enough. :)

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