Flying high above the terrain that stretches from one end of the Earth to the other, at that hour when the night meets the day in transit, I watch the horizon with disbelief and wonder. How beautiful is this Earth that we inhabit, this world of ours that we never pause to think of, in the rush to meet our needs, our wants and our endless expectations!
I know this must be a dream, because it keeps coming to me in my subconscious mind, time and again, ever since I understood what it means to fly in the open skies. I’ve always flown past towering mountains and deep blue oceans, holding tightly, onto the edge of a flying machine—it used to be one of my recurring dreams as a child, one that continued to haunt me even in my later years. I don’t know what it means but my persistence in trying to unravel the mystery of my dreams led me to believe that it was the sense of freedom that I cherished in the depths of my heart that would keep coming to haunt me thus.
The power of dreams bears our untold stories, the ones that we’ve buried deep within the layers of our unachievable desires—in my case, my dream of being a bird, free to roam the unchartered skies!
I know I cannot be a bird, so I fly into the realms of my fantasy and write—my imagination takes me along, to gaze upon the open vistas where thoughts, dreams, wishes and fantasies all mingle into one and take varying shapes—occasionally emerging as a story, or a poem, or even a piece of non-fiction or a commentary on an uneventful day in one’s life!
Both worlds have a beauty of their own—the one we live in and the one we inhabit, in the depths of our mind.
In that sense, we are all explorers, one way or the other. What would you say?
Written as part of our #SoulfulSunday freewriting exercise—a concept ideated by Vinitha, Shilpa and yours truly.