Atleast once!

As I sit at my desk, gazing out the window at the waning light of day, my mind drifts to a distant dream—a wish yet to be fulfilled. It's a simple desire, really—to watch the moon from the summit of a hill after a long trek. But despite the allure of the idea, the reality of my circumstances holds me back.

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Time slips through my fingers like sand, each day blending into the next in a blur of obligations and responsibilities. Between studies and commitments, finding a moment to indulge in my passion for trekking feels like an impossible feat. The weekends are consumed by assignments and rest, leaving little room for adventure.

And then there's the matter of my family, whose strict beliefs and traditions dictate my every move. The idea of embarking on a solitary trek under the cloak of night would surely be met with disapproval, if not outright resistance. Their concerns for my safety and well-being outweigh any fleeting desires I may harbor.

But still, the dream persists—a beacon of hope in the midst of life's chaos. In the quiet moments before sleep claims me, I find myself transported to that moonlit hilltop, bathed in the soft glow of the night sky. The air is cool and crisp, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

In my mind's eye, I am free to roam, unhindered by the constraints of time and circumstance. I drink in the beauty of the moon, its radiant light casting a spell of enchantment upon the landscape below. For a fleeting instant, I am transported beyond the confines of my reality, to a place where dreams are realized and wishes come true.

But as the first light of dawn breaks through the darkness, I am jolted back to reality—a world where dreams are but fleeting whispers, easily drowned out by the cacophony of everyday life. And yet, despite the odds stacked against me, I cling to hope—for dreams, like the moon, have a way of shining brightest in the darkest of nights. And perhaps, one day, I will find the courage to chase after them, to reach for the stars and make my dreams a reality. Until then, I hold onto my wish tightly, a beacon of light in the vast expanse of the unknown.

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