I started after everyone else did, on the road from one of the farthest locations. The road is said to be the path of glory, a proven way to success. I didn't know what my exact destination was. It is said that wherever the road goes, it leads you to a much sought after place. So I never thought of the destination. My only aim was to travel along the path without any diversions.
I started walking at a slower pace. Initially I felt it difficult moving on the road. Gradually I found comfort in moving forward. With every step I advanced, I felt my speed was increasing. To support that I crossed every milestone faster than I did the previous one.
One by one, I started overtaking people who started before me. I never dreamt of the destination I was headed towards. It was not my love for the destination, but the strong will to stay ahead on the road, that drove me. In no time I went past everyone I could see and was leading on the way. It was then I saw a mountain across the road.
I didn't find any difficulty in climbing up the mountain and I reached the cliff with ease, where I was astounished by the liveliness of the place. It was the most blissful and beautiful place I have ever seen or been. And on the cliff, not out of tiredness but for the solace I found in the place, I fell asleep.
In the sleep, I had a dream. The dream was simple. The dream was a fable. The dream was one I felt very real. In the dream, I saw superheroes withour super powers, fairies without wings, magicians with out wands, warriors without weapons and all. I made friends with them. I fought with them. I sang with them. I danced with them. I played with them.. And I learnt that I was one of them. I cried for them. I laughed at them. I hated them. I loved them. And I woke up.
The dream was so fascinating that it confused me. It questioned me about my destination. The people who I overtook almost reached me and started going past me. I didn't feel bad about that. I knew that I could easily gain my lead, if I walk at my usual speed. I resumed my travel. The dream was so powerful that I walked as if I was under a spell. The dream was haunting. I wished that my dream was true. I wished that this road took me to my dream. The dream so enchanting that I decided that the dream was my destination.
For the first time, I felt a faint view of my destination in my thoughts. Every step I went forward, my love for the destination increased. But with the every step, I felt like I was moving away from my destination. After going for some distance at an ordinary pace, I found that my love for the destination surpassed my will to walk on the road. I wondered whether the road would ever reach me to my destination.
There might have been some other path to my destination, I thought. My aim was no more to walk on the proven path, it was to reach my destination. There might not be a well constructed path to my dream. I wanted to explore it. There might not even be a path to reach the dream. I wanted to construct it. And I took a diversion.
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