Reverie: Lost and Not Found

What is a reverie? Have you ever heard of that? Reverie defines a dream…a daydream. But I choose to change it. I prefer to be Shakespeare. I am crowning this mighty word with a new meaning. Hence, hereby, reverie becomes a dream that gets whipped, and the one who dreams gets into a rancorous circle of despair, and I coin this new born as lost reverie.

When born, we make our first cry without much expectation. We know the least about the world. Wait, do we even know who we are and where we are? From the moment we are born, we are constantly fed with all the mysteries and magic that happen around us. We find everything speculative. Then we begin the ride to discover this eternal universe. We try to comprehend the troughs and trenches with much exertion, only to fall into them with our heads held high. Thus, we taste the sourness of failure for the first time, which we have not yet practiced as out-of-syllabus are not allowed to be taught. And these troughs and trenches become the best companions for life; we forget there are smooth and safe roads out there.

Then there we come across the prestigious process, that is, to dream to reach the safe road. Again, we forget the fact that we have all fallen in love with Mr. Troughs and Ms. Trenches. But still, we put effort into ditching them and picking the all polished Safe Road. In this process, we lose our best companions: confidence, trust, patience, and hope. And at the end, we are left with despair. All this culminates in finding ourselves in the lost reverie.

We had a dream; we tried to cross the troughs and trenches; we took our chances to enter the safe road, but when the time came, our reverie got lost, and it decided to enter the company of another by pouring them with an ample amount of happiness and luck, leaving us with lost hope, lost happiness, lost thoughts, and lost self.