An ache, far more painful
than the physical. It feels overwhelming, frightening yet empowering at the
same time. You are so afraid of the
thought of life without it yet know deep down that things would be so much
easier if you let it go. It haunts you. It's in the mirror, in your thoughts at
day and yet interrupts your sleep every night. That is what it feels like to
have a dream. Your passion chooses you, and not you, it. It is a one true love
that you cannot let go of, no matter how
hard you try.
It doesn't matter what you want to
achieve.
There are skeptics who sneer, shrug and roll their eyes at the mention
of your plans. And they will sometimes say, "No, but really, what is your
back up?"
You know that it is either this or a
life of fading away into nothingness. Because this, your dream, gives you life.
And you work, everyday. Captured and
enslaved by your passion. Your efforts are relentless, your attempts countless.
Every time, it feels like you have taken one step forward and two back. Failing
is heartbreaking, and every time an attempt is unsuccessful, it crushes you.
Deep down to your very core, it tears you apart. But unlike other people, the
mission remains, and you do not have the option of giving up.
(Madonna: fired from dunkin donuts, dropped by her first record label in the group "The breakfast club". Picked herself up and kept going.)
This is the only way. To keep trying.
To never give up. To do any and everything that can bring your dream to life.
It means following in the steps of your predecessors, who always seem to say,
"I kept trying. They told me I couldn't, but I have."
And more importantly, you realize that your passion is beyond you. In the very way you can't control it, you also
cannot control your path towards it. The number of times you fail before you
succeed are all a part of the journey, and you have to trust wholly and let it
all unfold. Keeping the faith, putting in the work, and knowing that the rest
is going to follow.
Finally, your sleepless nights seem
to bear fruit. Your questions seem to have answers. Your blood, sweat and tears
have a reward. At last. A light. Dim, far away, at the end of the tunnel. But
you see it. And the steps towards that light are the happiest moments of your
life.


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