Cemetery Of Fragmented Dreams

Why do we all have to witness buried memories rising up from the endless oblivion after the sun goes down? Every night as the eyes tire down, ascents the horizonless flashbacks of memories that we do not want to recall. Planing to be happy everyday but yet we be unaware of the horrific mental torture that dwells in the near timeline.

We walk around the streets with clouds of depression devouring us every second. The streets filled with hundreds of people yet the loneliness thrives past all the faces. The deceitful time shows authentic mirages that everything is going to be elegant and soon the darkness will devour itself and will leave no margin for error for the rise of the era of prosperity. We might think it’s nothing but an immaculate misconception as the dark clouds block our vision towards the light. We fall to the ground like frozen leaves in the winter, receiving no warmth and no affection into a world of obscurity and imperfection.

The murky appearance of life holds back all luminous elements of optimism and only highlights the ones that showcase abjection and anxiety. Depression may seem to be a normal mental disorder that decreases human persistence but on a more harsh note it causes people to be torn down from the inside, physically as well as mentally and on regular accounts causes people to take medical supplements to escape the grasp of reality for a few hours while being unable to harmonize with life events. Sitting at the corner of the pitch dark room, shedding endless tears, popping one pill after the other and thinking about committing suicide because we can not bear the grief of seeing our sun shining at someone else’s sky or to experience bitter disappointment on every step of life.

The saddest principle of human existence is that life begins when we are out of our comfort zones. We keep dreaming while life carries on ahead of us and we miss the opportunities we seek. No matter how dark the days come we must always face the light and let the shadow fall behind us. Never be afraid to pursue your dreams even if the world is against you. Most people who have never tried a particular thing themselves will tell you its arduous and impossible. Always remember, birds born in a cage think flying is an illness. You will never realize your own capabilities until you put yourself out into the real world. Don’t do something just because everyone else is doing it regardless of whether its good or bad. Never blame the society. The society doesn’t make us. Its us, It’s the people who make the society. Do what you want. Be who you want. Don’t be a follower, make your own path and make a difference. We will not tremble, we will not fall, we will rise above all the odds. The sands of time never stops for anything so neither should we. We will achieve what we have been seeking and not give up till the day our heart stops beating.


5 thoughts on “Cemetery Of Fragmented Dreams

  1. Wow!! Firstly, I am absolutely fascinated by the imagery you have used to help develop our imagination. A creditable effort for doing such a great job at keeping us hooked up to the article from the start till the end. For me, I felt there was the sufficient use of pathos to it. It appealed to the reader even more as you empathized with the people who are experiencing it/ experienced it. I think it is very artistic the way you involved natural, logical and referential instances for people to relate this with. I think it is also, very much, depicting a mental status and the glass of perspective. I love how you spoke about the cloud of “depression” and it is important because the word “depression” is not only overused in real life, but also misused in so many circumstances. People undermine the seriousness of this word…it is not a degree of sadness that if people say “depression”…it means that they are “more sad”. It is indeed very ignorant of us not to know that this is a very serious mental condition, in fact a mental illness, that is scarier than we can imagine. Moving on, I loved how you went full motivational in the concluding paragraph. Because there is always hope and hope is what we NEED to survive. Hope and dreams go hand in hand. One without the other are like Adam and Eve at the opposite ends of the world (from each other). I think there is a blissful significance in the last paragraph, because I felt it was not only the readers, but also the writer himself comes into the conclusion to change and of a better day. It feels as if talking to ourselves and mustering up all the shattered pieces of belief to allow ourselves to a better world and bigger part of life. There are so many quotes that I agree to and there are so many quotes that I heard for the first time, “Always remember, birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.” This just blew my mind. Hats off. Stay blessed and keep writing more. Amazing work wonderfully executed.

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  2. I really love your use of different words and metaphors.
    The most commendable part of this article is that your writing is so interesting that it kept me reading till the end. Loved it as a whole.
    Keep writing. Cheers ! 🙂

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  3. This is just an awareness article to make the readers realize no matter how hard the days come,we should never give up 😀 I, myself am a pretty depressed guy so yeah, that kind of helped me into writing this lol

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