In a TED talk show, the
speaker named Candy Chang who is a socialist, feminist introduced an activity in her
community place where she resides. She had taken an abandoned wall of the
building and converted the whole wall to a giant chalk board and filled with a sentence
“Before I die, I want to _________”.
Anyone can post their ideas on that wall.
Her motto of the
converting a waste piece to a social cause is to show that we are not alone,
and to understand the neighbours (western country), to show gratitude towards
time, relationships by allocating a little space for their loved ones in a
public place.!! Wow. Isn’t it the best feeling one could get??
In our esteemed
countries death is a taboo, we are not allowed to speak about it openly and
can’t think about it too, as it may seem to accelerate its speed to us. Even
though everyone knew that death is inevitable thing one face. Some say, it’s
the final phase of our mortal life, and the soul will be free from mortal form and avail peace.
Keep their opinions
aside, but practically preparing for death is one of the empowering things one
does in their whole life time. It clarifies many things in our life, like
things we want to do, which may be our dreams, wishes to attain contention, may
seem like little things but those are the sweetest things for one who sees them
in the way one needs to see..!!! Yes, death frees ones soul; thinking about
death enables its trigger to follow the path of death. Finally, we are going to
be ourselves.
I tried to note down:
Before I die, I want to____________: I was constantly gazing that blank space
for nearly 40 min and thinking like Sir Isaac Newton who is trying to figure
out on whats making this apple falling down.
Atleast
he got the thesis of gravity, but my situation dropped from bad to worst.
I tried to remind all
my dreams, wishes, wills, whatnot everything I can remember at that worst
moment. But, the strange thing is nothing is ready to suit in that blank space
and I dunno why?? I tried to convince
myself like; it’s just a blank, why you
are giving hell lotta trouble for that??
I
don’t agree that I don’t have any dreams or wishes: may be my dreams are
volatile, may be just evaporated for a while: Waiting for them to return. Yes, I do have some dreams, but
sticking to the fact that most of them are conditional.
Well, skipping the
debate of existence of conditional and unconditional, coz, both don’t have
enough proofs to support their own existence. It’s only the matter of belief,
the belief one keeps on gathering his/her whole life, decides to believe and to
behave whether in conditional or unconditional state.
Is it unconditional
dream is only called as dream one have, like they say unconditional love is the
only true love kind of thing (huh..!!!). Why haven’t they classified dreams
into two categories as conditional and unconditional?? Some of the discussion
might be ended by this time with that clarification.
Now sticking to the
‘blank’, for some moment I tried to put down my little dreams like every other
homo-sapiens do, it may be sky diving, bungee jump, deep sea diving, trekking, going
to the moon, watch a live concert, unlimited shopping or a long-term ones: with
our life partner sitting on the sea shore reading a book holding each other
hands, children playing besides us, listening to a song by keeping earphones
such that one in his and other in her ear, wind breezes simultaneously: wow, it is romantic and a happy ending like a
movie.
Like
I said, nothing is fitting in, it is not about the size and virtue of dream ,
but its something way beyond my rational and emotional senses and I am
restricted to go there it seems.
Now, I tried a thesis
that a dream is the one which our heart takes us to it, drives our passion
levels towards it; dream is the only thing where our heart must take the brain.
I shut down all my logical senses and tried to pin down my thought: Again that beach scene is flashing in my
mind. It doesn’t make sense (atleast not to me), no one cares about our
journey, what matters to them is our destiny, but subjectively, while thinking
from my own perspective, journey must be a concern to us in order to reach a
destiny, forgetting the part of choosing other destination in this due process
of journey.
Even though my heart is
pushing me to note down the whole beach scene in a simpler words “to keep my
life beautiful” in that blank, my brain is not allowing and pushing me to the
abyss of thoughts : “well, it
doesn’t fit in the blank”, and the
way you think is completely ridiculous.
In the end I kept that
paper to its fate “into a dust bin”
and cursed myself for seeing that video. But the fascinating thing is, I kept
my spirits high at that same instant and thanked myself for seeing it: in order
to think about the things I want do before death, even though I ended up in
vain for this time.
P.S: Before I die, I
want to____________:
Thanks for the “the
one” for letting me penning the above (options may vary)
thoughts.
