No, this isn’t about the word ‘dreams’ which is used by people to mean ‘ambitions’ or ‘goals’ or whatever.

This is about relating life to dreams we see in our sleep.

These days whenever I find it hard to remind myself why I started everything, and by everything I mean everything: life and decisions and actions and visions and happy things and sad things and adventures and many more, I remind myself of my school days and just look at my diary entries which play ‘night changes’ as a backgorund music in my brain sometimes but it makes me realise how I have traversed whatever changes life threw at me without even knowing that things are changing. It makes me fall in love with human brain and how life works and every small thing around me: trees are same, birds are same, life has a twisted way of working but somehow makes sense at the end of the day. So then I ask myself: what can really go wrong if I start something and just travel further?

I feel love for everything universe has, ever had, and ever will.

So why not just contribute everything from my side in shaping a bit of future of this infinite and beautiful universe?

Why not?

I guess I will leave it to universe itself!!