Love, for me.

I dream, so I am.

I’ I am a chaser. I chase everything I can possibly get the grip of. As far as my out reach is; I don’t mind chasing. Dreamer I am. I believe in dreams. They must certainly be something I can love beyond all my despise.  A dreamer who’s a chaser. I dream, I chase. Chase it with all my valor. All my ability.  I would never choose giving up, with my aptitude, a distinct one, to chase. Let me be a chaser, the one who does it with all the passion. Let me be the dreamer, who chases her dreams. I, I have learnt that, The more I chase it the more closer I would get to it! So, why bother to pause. Bothering to pause, pace down, its not what a restless soul would believe in. With the ever continuing pumping of blood, rush of vein, beats of heart, there’s nothing to pause. No chances to take a chance, to pause. Not at all.

I believe, So I dream.

I have heard, maybe read somewhere, chasing a butterfly would repel it more!  I still can’t get it. What I have to say is, may be we failed in our technique. Maybe we forced ourselves little less and the butterfly too much. We could have always opted out for a humane way. The way of softness and love, unlike strong greed and violent means.Moreover,  what keeps me wondering is. Is it the same with dreams. They are meant to be chased. Chased with all the passion and zeal.

Recently, I came across a situation where, I couldn’t renounce on chasing, chasing what I thought was always mine. That was when a thought clicked me, If I can’t give up on a materialistic possession, then why would I, in anything I thought was what I always wanted to do! That’s where I have found a new hope.  A new idea to chase. A new beginning. Beginning of the chasing beyond materialism.  Chasing something that matters, something worth chasing. J