Re-live

“The world only honors men it cannot conquer”— Johnson Abbaly.

Childhood had the spark of life, it was the birthing ground of passion and full of bursts of enthusiasm that made us wonder at life. We yearned each day in our minds to see our dreams come to a realization.

With each toy story we forged, the future we hoped to live was designed in our hearts. Childhood was that moment when we weren’t really scared to be us. We lived life with every cynicism out of the window wan ran into the meadows with joy to live life like never before.

This pristine ingenuity is the spark that generates world-class ideas. The ability to be childlike in thinking, but not childish in execution. That strength we have to dream far and wide, to numb the threats of failure and forge ahead notwithstanding.

 That is the fuel of creativity, the fuel of the originals.

But we have lost this childlike passion for embracing the mundane as the norm. To us, heroism is just a myth and to sit on the fence and go about our everyday lives is our higher call.

The only heroes we celebrate are the ones that deliver our paychecks. The same trees we yearned to plant, we just eat the fruits and hope that someday someone would plant another tree.

We have become spectators of our own future, allowing the weight of financial responsibilities to champion our lives. To dream is a fallacy, a fantasy we cannot afford.

But the funny part of it all is that those we really look at today who never failed to dream, are those who really leave their marks on the footprints of time.