To the world – I am none but a memory and an illusion. A mere reflection of how people perceive me with their own mindset of who or what I ought to be. But, I remain loyal to my own making of miseries and joy, regardless of the worldly opinion for the way I am.
As time passes with each breath towards the inevitable time of one’s passing, I devote my mortal self to the will of my endeavouring soul. All that I am is dedicated to making my illusory aspirations a reality. This is a covenant promised by the sheer audacity of my dreams if I give my all.
So, I think, I work, and I strive with all of my heart to fulfil any objectives that come my way; Knowing deep down that my work is a journey to newer milestones which ultimately pave the way to my success.
At the finish line, I will eventually become a memory to those who care, an illusion to those who don’t, and simply vanish! But, in a parallel dimension of unrealistic hope, I would want to remain at peace in a world – built by my life’s work with all that I am.