"Life is beautiful" has always been a phrase I have loved. Sometimes I say to appreciate, sometimes to motivate, sometimes I ask myself. Answer is "yes" it is, the present is at tough just tough to give us a beautiful tommorrow.
Dreams are what we see, our inner self making us realise how important it is for us. But we dream , we get up and we let that go. But do we dream for a purpose?
I write a story today about Austin who dreams and dreams to become a painter , living on the edge, goes places to paint the real world... Thats the biggest passion he lives with, something when he is upset, makes him happy; when angry, soothes him; when happy, makes him sit on cloud 9.......
The Story goes like this :
"One day Austin goes to a forest, excited for a beautiful scenary, he keeps walking, further and further into the jungle, he reaches a cliff, starts with his masterpiece. As beyond the cliff is a view unaimaginable and aesthetic....He screams out of joy on the top of the cliff " This is all I want, nothing can be better than this, this is my best day"
The day passes, his masterpiece, gives him a new life, he is rejuvenated, painting is for his soul, wandering around places also his passion and yes he was doing it all... Few hours passes and he is hungry, to his vein its dusk and because of his excitement for his masterpiece he loses track of his way back to home..... He searches and searches a way to go out of the forest, to eat, drink, talk... But days pass, except his canvass and pair of brush and colours he has nothing.....
He forgets to paint! Austin who used to paint for hours and hours , doesnt paint for days. His passion was no more his passion, but getting back home for food, drink and people and the greatest of all "Life" was his primary intention......
A day arrives when his brush, colours, canvass become burden to carry and he leaves them on the way. Finally, Austin sees a patch of road at a distance, he runs , he runs, runs and runs and reaches the road... He kisses the road and thanks god for his life. Austin looks towards the sky speechless with tears rolling because of the fear of dying...He screams looking at the say " God! Thank you for this day, without you I could have not done this. This is the most beautiful day of my life"......
On his way back Ausitin realises he left his canvass, colours and brush (his soul mates). He is in remorse. "
So we understand sometimes a time comes when you have to even leave your passions to achieve something else which has been out in your basket by fate...
