The hidden mountains...
I keep getting lost in the wilderness of my suffocating, thick, and dark cloud of ambitions. I lose sense of all dimensions and then I visualize an imaginary straight line, only to fake the feeling of having a direction. The farther I follow this line, the darker it gets. The cloud grows thicker, asphyxiating me to an extent that I can no longer carry my feet above the ground to take another step. Drained, but determined, I start dragging my feet on the ground, and keep following the mirage of a path to success.
And then comes a point, where I stumble over a boulder in the ground and fall flat on my face.
Irritated, I turn back to take a look at the obstacle that caused the fall and find it glowing mystically.
Intrigued, I try to pick it up but it doesn't move.
Famished, for even the tiniest bit of ecstacy, I try to dig it out of the soil of my delusional world. Every bit of it revealed glows brighter than what was visible before. I carelessly ignore the effortlessness and swiftness of this labor until I realize I've reached the base of this glowing object.
Confused, I look at the magnificence of what stands in front of me. The tiny bolder in the ground now stands a mountain in front of me. All darkness gone, the thick cloud vaporized...
Belittled, I stand at the foot of this magnate, while the reality sinks in...
I keep getting lost in the wilderness of my suffocating, thick, and dark cloud of ambitions... I keep looking up in the sky for what I need. Ignorant to all the blessings I already have... I just stay lost in this crazy trek... to an extent that I can no longer carry my feet above the ground to take another step. Drained, but determined, I start dragging my feet on the ground, and keep following the mirage of a path to success.
And then comes a point, where I stumble over a boulder in the ground, the tip of a mountain... One of many that exist in my world... in my life... obscured by my dreams... The hidden mountains of bliss...
