This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan!
I’ve been dreaming about this hut lately. A small shack away from everything. A perfect place to start afresh. There’ll be the ocean in the back and sand in the front and I will sit by the ocean sinking my feet in the sand. I will have a board in the front on which I will write everything that I want to do in my lifetime and will make sure that I do that the same day. And the shack won’t even be permanent. I’ll move whenever I want, travelling the world. No attachment to anything, even this dream.
But sometimes, the dream is not in my control. Sometimes, when the oceans are mad and the sand is red, the board moves and I see this etched on it, “But what about responsibilities? Towards your family? The society?”
And I wake up with tears in my eyes. I demolish that shack every now and then but it gets back up almost immediately. Why is it difficult to kill a dream?