It’s rather interesting that I write almost everything at night. A time when most people prefer to escape their own world and life to remain lost in their dreams.
In a way I too am not so different. For I too cherish this time of the day for the sole reason that it allows me to remain oblivious to my own life and for a while be a slave to my imagination. In a world where whatever I am in this life does not matter. A world where the only two entities always present are God and I. The existence of none other has permanence. A world which keeps on shifting and changing with the turbulence and serenity in my life and mind. A world which is at times so complex that it dazzles me; But also, at times so peaceful, that it gives me mirth far beyond the reach of any reality.

But no matter how distressed or serene my dream world may be……there is one thing that never changes. Its existence is absolute, as it should be……..and it is the only aspect always common between my dream world and reality. The very presence of God!
The very entity which has given me this life…….given me my strength and taught me to have faith in whatever I may believe in. The very reason for every hope…..

And this fact allows me to reason with myself; allows me to convince myself that my dreams are not far beyond my reach. For the very entity that determines my fate is ever existent in my reality and fantasy.
FATE……..what an obscure word!!!! Perhaps also the most abused one aswell. For, always we blame it……curse it……try to alter it….without knowing what it truly is. Without learning its limitations…….
As for me………..it has been quite a while since I stopped believing in it. For I believe that it’s highly unwise to believe in and count on the obscure. For such beliefs always lead to further obscurity.
If my path ever were altered at any stage……and I were deprived of any dream; I would never blame fate. I would consider it an omen……..a sign. To give me the realization that the path I had chosen was wrong; to make me understand my mistake. Understanding the limitations of my own intellect, I would understand that the destiny I had imagined or the path I had chosen was not meant for me. if fate has any meaning in my life then it is simply a reality the purpose of which I fail to understand. Something, that time shall unveil later on.
Dreams and fantasies though, are never a slave of fate. It’s rather ironic that some people spend their entire lives striving to unite their fantasy with reality. Reality…which in contrast to fantasy; is shackled by fate.
But again, life would loose every sense of direction without dreams. Just like a voyage by the sea. The sailor always only knows the direction which he has to follow; is always aware of his desired destination. But is never aware of what may lie ahead of him. Whether it is the serenity of the calm sea or the wrath of raging waves……it’s his fate he is unaware of. He sails out prepared best for whatever may lie ahead…….alters his path when the waves show no signs of being subdued…….but at every instant……he knows and is aware of the possibility that he may well fail and be devoured by the sea. But, it always is his goal….his destination….his dream and the fact that God never intends anything without a reason…..that keeps him fighting……..giving him hope……giving him strength…..giving him life. The shores of his destiny always call out to him and he responds to them by moving on.
Ahhhhh…..no wonder the afterlife is so unimaginable. In this life, we are shackled by fate and time. After our death…..I do not believe that either one of them shall exist for us. For, fate is a slave of time and time is a slave of God. But this is only an idea…….for I can not say or believe in anything other than what has been already told to us by God. That life is too vague for us to apply reason.