The Dragon

The song that is stuck in my head these days. 

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The Dragon by Guggenheim Grotto

my brother is gifted he says he can wake in his dreams

and you can do anything if you can wake in your dreams

grow ten feet taller and talk with giraffes

with one single step cut the universe in half

yes you can do anything if you wake up in dreams

he met his dragon; his dragon flew him into space

there was junk everywhere, everywhere was a floating disgrace

so they went to a room that was hollow and white

they waited a while till the door opened wide

my father walked in and he and my brother embraced

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Listening to this, as i ride in the morning in a caged AC bus brushing against people all of them headed to work, solemn faces and no desire to know the person next to you.  So literally preferring to be 'transported' and avoiding any further emotional addition. 

And i hear this with a smile on my face.  I get lost, in my dreams. 

The Glory of Hope

Automobiles, machines and hundreds of such examples of human ingenuity all run on a fuel. Everything needs something to crank itself up and set the parts rolling.  A critical ingredient without which it is nothing but a worthless piece of crap.  This applies to humans too and the great fuel that drives humans is Hope.  In a way, it is hope that distinguishes humand from other animals.  animals are driven by instinct, preprogrammed and will persist endlessly for the same. Our survival instinct, that causes a drowning man to resist is in someways similar to the preprogrammed nature of animals.  But our ability to hope is something that makes us unique. 

Hope is eternal and when all seems lost it is only this ability in us to envision something better, to hope something better is what that keeps us going forth.  In the light of this fact, there should be happiness all around. All of us should be able to tap into this and keep marching ahead and achieve that glorious future that we hope for. Given such an incredible gift, it still appalls me to see that barely anyone seems to buy into it.  To see so many around me resigned to fate. To wonder whether they tried and failed or are they in the process, trying to escape. Or maybe to remove the bias, it may after all be their ideal place and hence not fighting it out. Though it cannot be the truth for the majority.  Why does it appear that the majority simply have decided to let it all flow?  To not create a resistance that hope so often inspires you to.  I have found myself wanting of this hope on a few occasions this past year, in fact have been running a low reserve and that too for not apparent grief.  Things are all in my control and after all , the truth being that we are responsible for what we are.  

To build a stockpile of this hope and to keep edging ahead.  To use this fuel and persist with ones dreams.  To take the risks and make those commitments. Little do we know , how much we can stretch and how much we can achieve.  To simply surge forth with the glory of hope!