Can you put a beautiful singing bird in a cage and keep it happy? Can you keep it content? Can you make it want to stay there? Can you make it sing with the reckless indulgence warranted by the wilds?
And to avoid all this, can you let it fly high in the wilderness on its own? Would you be okay if it did not belong to you alone? Or if it did not belong to you at all?
What is one to do if he likes the bird that he sees? Enjoy the moment it sings and get on with life after that? Though I find it to be the best solution personally, I am told it is too ideal to be put to practice.
I have wanted a lot of things in life. And like most, I too haven’t gotten even close to getting most of them. The few that God has been gracious enough to provide have turned out to be boons and banes bundled together. While in some cases I realized after getting my wish that I shouldn’t have asked for it, in others I felt that what I got was too skewed a version of my wish to be lived. And then there were things that were just perfect on the face of it and later turned so awry that I was left wondering what went wrong and where.
Is it then right to want something? Perhaps, life is a set of predestined events that will take place anyway. Why live in the illusion of making your life turn around as per your dreams and aspirations? Or perhaps even dreams are to be dreamt to make way for an eventual consequence that is anyway bound to happen.
People talk about the power of dreams and how the whole universe works with you to make you achieve them. To the few who claim they turned their life around with the power of their dream, I ask, how can they be sure their lives would have been any different had they not dreamed? Maybe it just had to be that way?
Sometimes one’s dreams are too thoughtless, and sometimes they are too beautiful to be maligned with the darkness of practicality. A beautiful dream should not come true, because then it meets the steely periphery of reality and either gets distorted or simply succumbs to the coldness. And a thoughtless, kiddish dream should not come true because it generally turns out to be a nightmarish experience one begs to get done with.
One should live rooted in the reality, never swaying in sorrow or joy. For they both leave one so empty and hollowed out in the end that one feels weak and foolish for a long time to come. And the recovery from such experiences is often profoundly painful and immensely enervating.