You have to run fast to reach them. Because first of all, karma is
chasing you from behind, and second of all, your dreams are running away from you.
If you look back to when you were little, you can remember how your dreams were
right there, with you. Your mind was so creative and beautiful that you were in
perfect balance with your dreams. You lived, you loved and you laughed.
Then you were taught to fear. Fear school teachers that punish you if
you get bad grades, that yell at you if you misbehave, that shun your
imagination and tell you you need to learn by heart instead of learning with
your heart. Fear strangers who might kidnap you if you’re walking alone down
the street. Fear the homeless because they’re dirty, crazy drug addicts. Fear
change, because we need to adapt to a situation and put our grip on it as if
there is no other. Fear love, because love makes fools of men. Fear yourself,
because you represent a potential danger to society. Fear your wildest dreams,
for they are nothing but nonsensical, childish reveries.
You were taught to love fear and to fear love.
So how can I trust you when you say ‘you promise’ when you function
through fear and distrust? How can we live with Machiavellian ethics and expect
to flourish as Aristotle? How can we find God if we fear change and we fear the
unknown? How can you besiege the fortress of your fears when you are on your
knees for its King? How can you assuage your own pain if you are indifferent to
the pain of others? Do you look in the mirror and see yourself? Or do you see
the shadow of a child whose mind brought wonders to the world?
If only I knew how to write when I was 3 years old. I would’ve written
the greatest book of all. If my love for the world wouldn’t have faded away
along with my will to do anything to reach my freedom and my happiness, which now
I only pretend to still have, I would’ve been able to guide the world with my
Light. Instead, when I look in the mirror, into my eyes, I’m blinded by the glimmering
light of the child that withered, drowned by hopelessness.