I take a walk down memory lane, and stop by the moss-covered milestones on the way. Why did they matter so much at that point of time, and why did they lose relevance later on?
It was the dream of a child holding a balloon in hand, and wanting to fly, not knowing the competition in the skies.
The needle moved from wistful dreams to benchmarks set by others, and yet, the dissatisfaction remained.
It dawns on me now, that what I wanted was a clear sky to fly, not dusty roads with stones to mark the distance covered.
Timeless dreams are the only ones that survive – all else crumbles to dust.
Like my buddy Omar say, “The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on…” or to borrow from another favorite (to borrow from) culture, “The wise man points at the moon and the uninitiated look at the finger…”
…I enjoy your Sixes! They send off to places I enjoy
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Evocative piece.
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Thank you, Jude!
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Such a pleasure.
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Wow. Your Sixes this week are outstanding, Reena.
Variation on a theme, it centers on self, self-realization/awareness and the possibility of achievement in the shadow of doubt.
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Thanks a lot! I wrote one, and then thought the next one also connects to the theme, so linked it up.
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Yes. Well told.
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Thank you, Mimi!
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Very poetic SSS!
This is so true. “Timeless dreams are the only ones that survive – all else crumbles to dust.”
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Thank you, Pat!
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I like how the milestones were covered in moss, but my favourite line: “It was the dream of a child holding a balloon in hand, and wanting to fly, not knowing the competition in the skies.”
Ford.
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Thank you so much!
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Those dreams would have to be timeless to survive.
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Yes. Thank you, Frank!
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When we let go of the heavy rocks, let them drop and crumble, then we can fly with our dreams and they become reality.
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That’s an excellent point of view. Thanks a lot!
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What a great tie-in to your previous piece, Reena. The perspective of distance: why did those small hills seem like mountains at the time?
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I wonder why 🙂
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Good job on this
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Thank you, UP!
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mote mite
you cannot fight father time
even with this prissy
gist of rhymes of mine!
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Time and milestones do get in the way. Nice perspective in this!
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Thank you, Susan!
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