Everyday I wake up with new hopes and dreams. And as the sun rises higher, those endless hopes and colorful dreams start to sink. I waste the entire day thinking, what went wrong? I was doing just fine then how is it that I have ended up here? There seems to be no reason for my existence. It feels like if I’m gone from this world then there wouldn’t be a soul on this planet who would be affected by it. My accomplishments are limited, my desires are numbered, I m nothing but a mere simpleton. And in this prejudiced world of competition there is no place for a simpleton like me. We are all running in a rat race, all moving in the same direction and I wouldn’t say that I m different, that I m the one paving the way to a new fortress. I am one of those rats. Wanting more from the scientists, doing exactly what they intend us to do.
No amount of fighting back will ever dig us out from the burden that we bear upon our souls. The burden of being better than the best. Better than whomsoever is standing next to us. Better than rest of the family. better than all the friends around. We all relish on quoting on the wall of our Facebook profile about the importance of a true friend, about how a true friend is never jealous and supports in every walk of life. We believe in all that but when it comes to practice, no one hesitates to back stab, or snitch or do just about anything to get ahead in the rat race of life. That’s what we are here to do, get ahead of everyone else.
It seems like even God himself has programmed the human race to get ahead of everyone else. The evolution is in itself the greatest example. Humans evolved and are still surviving. Were the cave men happier than the Blackberry men? That is a question to wonder.
The competition and comparison begin exactly when you are born and ends… well it never ends. Even after you die people refer to you in context of something or the other.
So we come back to where we started. What happens to a simpleton like me? Who has hopes that are crushed everyday and who has dreams that are washed clean every morning. There can only be one answer to that, DO RO DIE. It was a slogan that brought bravery and courage in the hearts of young men to fight for their nation. Today it stands for the fear that it culminates in the young minds that they have to be the best from the rest, or there is certainly no place for you in this world.
So even with my crushed hopes and washed up dreams, I still wake up in the morning getting ready for the rat race to start so I can come home and feel that yes I think I did something today. Still hoping and dreaming for that day when this rat race will come to an end and we all can get back to our lives.
