Myth busting

It sometimes feels incredible, when you become what you wanted to be. Here, I would swap the term incredible, not with 'great' but 'disbelief', rather -- a lack of belief. A belief, so deficient in substance, that dreaming as you once did now seems better than living the dream. Except, now you can't go back to the dream, because you have realised it. There's no despair, just a realisation that the destination you had set-out for was in a no man's land, no belongings, allegiances, friends or fellow travellers.

Slowly you change your mind about the dream, think of it as puerile, benign but misleading. After all, what's a dream worth, if it has landed you up in this state of emptiness. You question, "was my dream, a myth they made or an illusion I created?" Or was it both feeding into each other. You feel cheated. Outraged, you decide to crusade, on an arduous journey of truth telling. Lift those blindfolds, remove those blinkers. See the world in its pristine glory.

Then you find that truth does not go down well. Men and women interpret it differently – as they must – and act in the most irrational manner. Pillaging, plundering, killing, raping, scheming, plotting. The truth, indeed has set them free.

Something needs to be done. How do we stop it? You drug them with another dream and feed them another myth to celebrate. They become preoccupied. Again you start viewing dreams kindly, myths more gently. Dreams, myths and illusions are not reality but they keep reality in check by distorting it. Reality otherwise is both pristine and oppressive.

Myths, dreams, religion, legends, illusions, brands - maintain distance but don't denounce completely. They don't need your permission to permeate your life. Stay close to your friends and closer to your enemies.