Of cynics and dreamers ....
I believe we all are dreamers - atleast we started as dreamers when we were young. It didn't matter if those dreams were big or small, original or inspired, I believe we all had them. We cherished them. Then Life happened... "Somewhere between broken pencils and erased dreams, we grew up." And along the way, some of us got really hurt. Our shattered dreams left behind scars. How badly they were broken decided how deep the wounds were or how long they remained raw. For some, the trauma shook their faith and left them rattled and gasping. And too scared to dream again..... As I look around, I see many tortured souls. And it saddens me. True, no one can understand their sorrows, their pains. True, it's easy to talk about letting go when you haven't been down their roads. Yet, it saddens me to see cynicism grow. Yes, I am a dreamer. Eternal. Compulsive. Delusional even, for some! But I have hurt too, scarred, wa...