When, Where and Why ...?

Where, When and Why…?

When I was young, I believed. And I dreamt.
I was sweet. I had a heart.
I would give. I would forgive.
I was humble. But I was proud too…

Yes proud. Pride that comes because you know you have done an excellent job.
Pride born of a job well done even if you are not mentioned among the best…
Proud because you know in your noah that you gave your all to a task and that’s good enough.
Not pride that comes from vanity or plastic accolades.

I thought deep. I lived easy. But I dreamt too. And I dreamt big.
The size of my dreams was not to drive a big car or live in a mansion, but to touch many hearts.
My dreams were not to bring me recognition or make me an idol created in others impression of me…aah Ah.
My dreams would inspire, encourage and motivate others that they too could make it.
My dreams would propel others to make a difference in others lives…
My dreams would lead others to the knowledge that there are no limits to what they can achieve
Oh! to dream again.

Tell me where did my dreams go?
When did pride and prejudice creep into my soul?
Why did my spirit go sour?
When did image become the plumbline of success?
When did I stop giving and forgiving?
And why did I become vengeful?

Tell me why I forgot how to laugh and how to cry?
How to dance and sing in the rain?
How to take a joke and how to feel other’s pain?
Who stole my laughter? Who stole my tears?
When did my thoughts become so shallow?

Someone please tell me when did I start expecting favours?
Where did it become a right to demand and expect others to live by my standards?
When did I get the need to be treated with fairness knowing all along the world was never meant to be fair?
Tell me when did I start speaking to seen and not letting my actions be heard?

I may not remember why, when and where my dreams, spirit and thoughts unravelled.
But I know, it’s time.
Life slips away like hour glasses
It's time to cease the day
It’s time to start loving in the true meaning of the word.
It's time to sacrifice expecting nothing in return.
It's time to know who I am and whose I am
It’s time to stop defining who I am but what others say.
Its time to start recognising that my identity and destiny is in the great I AM.

Then I can dream again. I can believe again. I can feel again. I can live again.