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.        

Get out of your mental prison

 

    

    Once the great master Oogway said "You are too concerned about what was and what will be." You can say such is the human nature. We have faced the enormous pain of the past and fearful happenings of the future. Our mind is designed that way. We are just a bunch of nature's creation that find ourselves constantly being the prisoners of our own mind. Many gurus and so called influencers have been teaching us the power of letting go of the past and the future, to focus only on present breathing. But our mind refuses to do so. Especially if you are raised in a society or a family that constantly compares you with someone else and puts a heavy weight of "you have to be a big deal in future" kind of crap. 

    Lets face it, if we think about our past happenings, our adverse moments seem to strike us the most than the good ones. We are then burdened with guilt, shame and bam! you find yourself in a prison. Now, this prison is different. This is a mental prison. And believe me, these prisons have the thickest walls and a strict jailer. So running out of it is hard, but not impossible. 

    Now, the future. We reminiscence about our past and think about not repeating them in the future. We picture ourselves living a smooth, adverse-free life. My dear friend, I wish for it too. But it is simply not possible. We sit back and think about our future, oops! think is not the right word. Worry, worry is the right word. So, we sit back and worry about our future and bam! you find yourself in a prison again. 

    Stop going to prison when you haven't committed any crime. Run
out of it, like Gabbar Singh. That dude was strong as hell. He ran out of jail when he murdered a whole family. But you, haven't committed any murders, have you? (suspenseful music plays) If your answer is no (which should be) then stop going to prison. Do not be the prisoner of something you cannot control. Let go, be free and live!