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Threads of Dreamscapes

Author: samar_ahmad
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Have you ever wondered why, as readers, we often rush to judge a book by its cover, swiftly dismissing it as "not our type" or "out of trend"? We fervently declare "Don't judge a book by its cover" on our social media platforms, all the while ourselves judging individuals based on mere appearances or possessions. Let's take a moment to recall those vivid dreams, the ones we cherished as children, untainted by trends and the clamor of competition. Consider the world beyond your own, where the dreams of others starkly contrast with the life you lead. A child gazes skyward, yearning to soar through the heavens, while a pilot, cruising the endless skies, longs for the tranquil simplicity of a farmhouse nestled firmly on the ground. Life unfolds as a journey; it's easy to become ensnared in discontent. If riches were the key to joy, the wealthy should dance in jubilation, yet, it's often the poorest who find solace in the carefree dance of the heart. If power indeed assured security, officials would roam without guards, but, instead, it's the humble who slumber untroubled. And what of beauty and fame? Shouldn't they weave the tapestry of ideal relationships? In truth, life often sketches a different portrait. Shakespeare once mused, "I stopped crying when I had no shoes, but I stopped crying when I saw a man with no legs." In our ceaseless quest to mirror others, we may inadvertently misplace our unique dreams, those vibrant illustrations from the book your soul is crafting about your very existence. These words serve as a poignant reminder, urging you to rekindle the flames of your individual dreams, to embrace the beauty of simplicity, and to find contentment in life's authentic moments. "I don't know if anyone will like my novel or not," but just remember, far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead. Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of their life, every quality of their mind, is written large in their work. Other writers certainly influence my writing. What encourages me and inspires me is when I read a good book. It makes me want to be a better writer.

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