THE DREAM LIFE AND REAL LIFE

A dream world that completely obscured reality. The face of the sun, which is reality, faded a little.

I will explain one facet of my life.

Raindrops from the sky take some time to fill the reservoir. Similarly, I am waiting for that raindrop to fill my life.

Morning drops introduced me to this world.

From then on I started my life like other people. Laughter and sorrow passed in part. My thoughts didn't make me feel human until it shadowed a part of my boom. The next part of the boom crossed the part of the dream and introduced reality.

I spent my last 18 years in a hostel and it took all these years to introduce a reality .

As the years in the hostel passed by, each day blurred into the next—an echo of dreams, laughter, and sorrows. I moved through life like everyone else, but a part of me remained in waiting, hoping for that raindrop of clarity to fill the reservoir of my life. The hostel, with its shared experiences and solitary moments, became both my shelter and my prison, confining me within its walls while shaping my understanding of the world outside.

In these 18 years, I watched as others transitioned effortlessly into their lives, while I wrestled with my thoughts, emotions, and sense of identity. It was as though I existed between two realms: the world of my dreams, which obscured reality, and the dawning light of the sun, which represented the truths I had yet to fully grasp.

Over time, the veil of illusion that clouded my perception began to thin, and I started to see life not just as a series of fleeting moments but as a continuum where every experience left an imprint on my soul. The laughter, the sorrows, the friendships made and lost, they all contributed to the formation of my reality.

The boom, that inner surge of potential, stirred within me, pushing me forward. Yet, it was only when I began to confront my own vulnerabilities, my fears, and my desires, that I realized what it truly meant to live. Reality was no longer something distant, but something I had to embrace fully.

And so, with the wisdom gained from these years, I step forward, ready to face whatever comes next. The dream world fades, and the sun—though dim at times—continues to rise, guiding me toward the person I am meant to become.

As I move forward, the reality that once seemed distant and elusive has now become something I can no longer avoid. Each day, I find myself questioning the dreams that once sheltered me from the harshness of the world. Those dreams that once protected me are now mere shadows of the life I must confront.

In these moments of reflection, I realize that the hostel, with all its confinements and freedoms, was not just a place—it was a stage in my life. The people I met, the experiences I lived through, each played a role in shaping the person I've become. But it was also a place where I could safely exist in a liminal state, between the world of dreams and the dawning of reality.

Now, as I stand on the precipice of a new chapter, I can feel the weight of those 18 years. The familiar walls that once surrounded me, both physically and mentally, have now crumbled. I am no longer the person who can live content in the haze of dreams. The sun, the face of reality, has brightened once more, illuminating the path I must walk.

There's a certain apprehension in stepping into this light, in accepting the truth that life is no longer something I can postpone. But just as the raindrops eventually fill the reservoir, so too must I allow myself to be filled by the experiences yet to come. The laughter and sorrow of the past have laid the foundation, but the future holds the promise of new growth, new understanding.

I stand here, not as the person I was when I entered the hostel, but as someone who has learned the value of patience, the necessity of struggle, and the importance of confronting one's own reality. The dreams may fade, but they've left behind lessons, echoes that will continue to guide me as I step into this next phase of life.

And so, I embrace the uncertainty, the challenges, and the truth that reality is no longer something to fear—it is something to face with courage, knowing that I have already survived the journey of waiting.

.....to be continued....written devabenadict