Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats has perfectly described the feeling of opening your heart to someone. It shows how vulnerable we are, how badly we need to be protected and how cruel it is when the person who holds your heart in the palm of their hand crushes it.
Dreams!! We all have them. Impossible ones, irrational ones, perfect ones, entertaining ones. Yet how often do they turn into reality? How often do we have the guts to follow them? How often do we believe in them? What is the point of freedom of expression, of speech, of life... when the very basic structure of society is so conservative and rigid.
When are parents going to learn to let go? We ape the West in mostly everything- good and bad- then why aren't children given the right to follow whatever they want? Why is convention better than choice?
Seems the same old teenage-parent dilemma. It may be...
I don't want to become rich. Nor do I want to be famous and well-known. I don't want to be a CEO or the smartest person in the world. All I want is to be understood and judged for myself. All I want is to explore life as I see it. To see the world as I know it. To fall in love as I feel it. I don't want to be told. I just want to be given a right to CHOOSE
So, Tread Softly dear one, you are treading on my dreams......
