What happens when dreams die young? Feat. Sushant Singh Rajput

    I always wonder what happens to that dream; that person; that moment when the soul decides to go after something but couldn’t achieve it. A dream; a passion to go after something is one of the most charming things a human can do. Especially in this junky modern society where everything is cheap except for unadulterated realizations. Amid this, to gather a source of contentment, hope, a passion for something, is feasibly the only way one can maintain their sanity. But what happens when that dream dies young? What happens to that passion which dies halfway on the finishing line? What becomes of that young jubilation which could have been achieved?

    Maybe you know by now, this piece can be relevantly dedicated to one man who died on the way to achieve his dreams. He had prepared a to-do list before he reached to his last breath. But the latter breath arrived soon and took him away, while on the course to achieve that young jubilation. Dear Sushant Singh Rajput, I wish the few dreams that you were contented with, gave you the warmth which almost felt like your late mother’s hug. I wish your passion burned so hard that toxic people around you couldn’t fight that fire. I wish the reveries, to which you lived through were as magical as one feels deep in the state of euphoria. Before your light died, I hope your brighter as sunbeam's passion scattered all over the barren field. A field only you knew existed. A field of loneliness, a field of betrayal, a field of toxicity, a field of resentments. You shined so bright that something cast an eclipse on you.  

Sushant ticked 12 out of his 50 wishes

     But what of your unachieved whims? What of the innocent ideas that kept you up at night? What about your passion for astronomy? What about songs you loved? What about spreading some light and smile in this crappy milieu of ours? What about Sushant? What about…? What about…?

    I am not going to say “I miss you,” or “please come back,” I see such comments everywhere on social media and I find that rather cringy. Following his account now and liking his posts now and wishing he wouldn’t have killed himself is just whack. Because you wouldn’t have given a shit if he was living and suffering. Had he came out with his depression, you would have told him “just another celebrity craving for attention,” So don’t give me all that crap. As Anne Frank said, “Dead people receive more flowers than living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude,”

    What happens of the person who has so much life left in them, dies? What happens of the life inside of them waiting to be lived? It dies with them. The dream dies with the person. Sushant didn’t just sacrifice his breath, he sacrificed his dreams because somehow this vile world grips your neck so hard that not even your dreams can pull you back.        

Are you the center of the universe?

     

    Our mind plays tricks on us all the time. It convinces us that we are the centre of the universe. It tells us that every move of ours is being watched. It tells us that no matter what we do, we can never do enough. 

    It somehow brings us under the shadowy gaze of insignificant bystanders. Yes, insignificant is the right word for it. People know nothing about your journey. They have zero ideas about what goes inside of you. So, why let them affect you? 

    Be your own architect. F**K them. Let their opinion go to garbage. This is your life. You are the sole traveler on this path. Those bystanders you feel watched by are just passing through. They're not here to stay. 

    So, do what your core desires. Do what you want man! Don't you see the power of your will and desires? All the adventures are waiting to be discovered. All the designs are waiting to be made by you, the architect. Don't live for the bystanders. Live for yourself. 

    Players on the ground don't play for the audience. They play for themselves. 

    Be the player.

    Play for yourself. 

    Take the reward. 

    Good luck amigo! 

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Who says we can't reach to the stars

     

    

    What is it about the stars and it's peculiar existence? Its ecstatic beauty is often portrayed in the tales of forever happiness. Or maybe it is over fantasized by the romantic poets? Maybe stars are just another prey of romanticism. Who knows? After all, they are just a burning piece of the heavenly body. Is it precious? Ask the poets. Is it reachable? Ask the scientists. Both will give you different answers when asked upon about the stars. If you are hopeless and not romantic then to you, it may seem nothing more than just "something" that exists only for the sake of existing. It is just another part of your routine that does not interfere with your capitalism-inspired life. 

    But all in all, its existence depends on what soil your seed has been planted on. The stems of your brain and the roots of your heart will ultimately shape your opinion about the stars. This heavenly body is a terrific topic to make casual talks for scientists at lunch. But for kids, and poets they are a source of wonderment. 

    Dare I not miss to mention souls hunting for wanderlust. For they hike, miles to set up camp and gaze at the stars. Their body tired from the uphill is welcomed by the galaxies far above. They connect with the dark matters millions of miles away. Their aura speaks to the eyes 👁️ filled with wonderment down below. And who says humans have traveled to space since the dawn of science, they've been doing it before the letter "s" of science was written.

And you think we can't reach the stars? 

Ask the poets, they go there every day. 

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The little things (Take care of them)

     

    Sometimes the means to obtain contentment or joy seems like a lot of ask. But as I have come to known, it doesn’t take a lot to be happy. Possessions, pleasure, and forgetting of the sorrow may not exactly be the way to go about it. I have been down that road a lot of times, trying to escape the melancholy and indulging in pleasures. That does not help, believe me, if not, it will only drag you further down. The only way to achieve contentment for me is in little things. One of the main is, if I know we will be having chicken for lunch/dinner that gets me in the right mood. Or when the rain pours down, as you’re in your room, and you grab a book, or play some games, or listen to the music when rain hits your window.

A couple of days ago I rode about 70 kilometers, and I felt so much joy, it made me forget about almost everything that holds me back. Today, I was coming back from Koteshwor, and the rain just poured out of nowhere. I put on my visor to shield myself from the rain. As I did, I screamed in joy, because I was just happy as the rain crashed into my body and made my existence a bit praisable. And my scream was concealed by the visor, but my entire body felt its vibration. My mind received the signal that today was a good day. My mental health probably thought, “Unlike other days, today was a good day at work,”

I guess what I am trying to say is that joy may not be in the most superficial things. It may be in the catching of breath after an intense run, or at the laugh of your favorite person (who did you think about when I said favorite person? Leave in the comments re kya. Just kidding) you don’t have to search for contentment. Most likely you won’t find it if you have to look for it.

I won’t post this link on Facebook, so if you read it on your own. I wish you all the happiness in this world.

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You will re-think your life after reading this

 

  

      

    In our pursuit of life, we encounter many people, many experiences, many feelings and all the other stuff that exist in this fast paced world. People find motivation, addiction, snake friend, soulmate or if they are lucky they will find Messi while walking on Barcelona. But not all of us are lucky. Not all of us are born with fortune package. Not all of us are sons and daughters of billionaires or celebrity of any kind. We have to build our own package and by that I mean life. So it is vital what do we encounter along this life. The stuffs that we encounter can shape us or break us. And what is even more important is what kind of stuffs we chose to keep close and ignore? 

    If you're like me, you hate drama. The unnecessary happenings that just don't make sense. But I love meaningful conversations on a particular topic where we both develop an understanding for each other. So what do I choose? Drama or meaningful conversation? Like Mark Manson said "We are defined by what we choose to reject." You are a productive person, you reject wasting your time. You want a life with good mental health, you reject spending too much time on social media. You want a good circle, you reject snake friends. So choose what kind of life you want and then reject accordingly and keep things close accordingly. 

    Life is full of highs and lows, full of adversity and joy. We can enjoy joy and learn from our adverse moments. If you read my previous blog, you know that I talked about living in the moment and not thinking too much about past or future. It sounds fun, but is hard to do. After all, our mind is designed to design the problems that aren't there. If you're anything like me, you overthink scenarios and remain sad throughout the day. Now we have to ask ourselves do we really need something like that? Can we reject it? Of course we can. But not without discipline and intense practice. After all building a good life (making our own package) is not easy. So what type of package are you going to build? Are you going to whine about your adversity or learn from it and move on. Are you going to overthink or get up and start doing what you love? Are you going to wait for the right time or make the time right for you? Its all in your hand mate. But I really want to have a fortune that is enough to meet Messi.