It was a pleasant Friday evening. End of day's play or rather end of a week's play at office and two guys were looking forward to a stress free weekend. A weekend minus deployment issues, minus the code fixes, minus meeting deadlines and minus the constant nagging that came along with the need to meet deadlines. It had been a tough week at office with late nights being the only constant. The week dragged on and on and just didn't seem to end. Therefore the Friday had come as a welcome relief.
The guys were planning the weekend while climbing down the stairs. They usually did that on Fridays, a mark of their happiness. They got out of the main gate of the building and one of the two stout oncoming guys suddenly threw a nasty punch on one the guys. The attack had taken them off guard. (It's only a psychological to consider the "off guard" treatment of the situation because they couldn't have done a thing even if the assault had been prognosticated). The receiver lost his footing and was on the ground hurt,scarred and scared.
He could see another side of the road and he had a choice. To stay or to run away.
Amid-st fear and apprehension, the victim raging with anger got up and raced toward the guy to get back at him. The man was waiting, as if to measure the density of material of the guy's balls before he made his next move. And before the guy knew, he was on the ground again pummeled right across his face by the forward thinking attacker. The flow of tears of pain had been stemmed thus far because of rage, but the pain suddenly took effect and the flow now started.
The other guy had become numb. He didn't in fact couldn't say or do a thing in protest, too frightened to think.
With tears flowing, the guy somehow go and and tried again to get back at his attacker. Again, he was just waiting and another punch in the stomach this time. The end result was the same. The pain, the flow of tears, the fear and somehow the anger only increased. He got back up and tried kicking him this time for a change. The feeble attempt of a kick failed to move the Goliath like man up against him and a hardest yet punch right on his nose was he outcome.
This continued, the cat and mouse game. The only constants were the victim falling but somehow just getting up again. By this time the friend had regained some of his senses and waited a while thinking, "this would be the last, not the last punch but the last fightback or rather a last tame try at a tame fightback". But that didn't seem to be happening. Blood followed as to accompany the solitary tears falling by themselves. The flow of blood wasn't stemming and neither the onslaught of punches.
This is when fear of his friend's death got to his friend.
"Chhod na yaar, jaane de bhai"
"Let go"
"Please bhai chhod de, jaane de yaar." Came the beseeching cries.
The next punch rendered the guy unconscious and the friend made a sudden movement towards him to comfort him. The other guy who had come with him held him back and suddenly the victim had a rush of blood and threw a punch on the face of the attacker with all the ferocity and strength that he had. The sight of blood from the nose of the attacker gave peace to his soul. He fell. But this time he had irked the attacker and a fatal onslaught killed him. Yes, the guy died there.
The death woke me up. Yes, it was dream! Story of life, isn't it?
Death is the ultimate end. Isn't it?
Then, what is the point of taking it in your face and standing up time and time again only to eventually fall?!
He could have ran the other way and somehow the friend would have been left alone. Wouldn't he?
He wasn't even touched until he tried to make a movement to help his fallen friend. And even the 'touch' wasn't half as ferocious as the 'meek' attempted kick at the attacker by his friend.
He could have given up. He could have moved on. He could have lived with being 'beaten' (beaten in life in a broader spectrum).
He could have and probably should have. That is what logic and rationale state anyway.
So why didn't he?
This was my dream so I take the liberty to interpret it the way I want to.
Being beaten was not in his framework, in his structure.
Vulnerable state that he was in, he did what he knew. He knew not to give up.
Vulnerable states, like I have already stated are opportunities to dive into your depths and figure out the make up of your internal structure. Holding on to the structure gave peace to his soul and isn't that what everyone is looking for. He could cheat with himself even if it meant meeting fatality.
Expounding further, let's get into a little more depth.
Often when you fail, there is advice flying "of making the mistake on the right side", "of things not meant to be" , "of having given your all and thus looking forward" ,"OF MOVING ON".
If you gave your all, how could you move on?
The above statement might sound ridiculous because we are so averse to not moving on and so accustomed to moving on that it almost sounds ridiculous. Wait, think again!
If you thought you could, why did you think otherwise after a 'roadblock'. Conversely if you did move on, you never really 100% thought you could, simply because you didn't hold out.
Often there is loose talk about things not meant to be. And often our judgment is clouded by external opinions who we think know more than us. Again, if we change where we stand against what we strongly think and feel, only people being cheated are us.
So when he died trying, he died hopeful; hopeful of turning around a very nasty situation. How many of us can say the same about our dreams?
What is that one quintessential aspect to living?
Yes, the oxygen, food , water and shelter crap that we all know about. Is all of this enough to keep you going in life? To fight for our dreams, to stand up for what we think is right?
Hope!
The hope that one day you will.
We die the day the fire of hope in lives extinguishes. Hope is the starting pad, and hope is what keeps you going.
The best aspect of this dream of mine was that the guy died hopeful, happy! He stayed true to his soul.
P.S. These is my interpretation of the dream, interpreted in coherence with my beliefs and internal structure. May or may not be that way for everyone.
The guys were planning the weekend while climbing down the stairs. They usually did that on Fridays, a mark of their happiness. They got out of the main gate of the building and one of the two stout oncoming guys suddenly threw a nasty punch on one the guys. The attack had taken them off guard. (It's only a psychological to consider the "off guard" treatment of the situation because they couldn't have done a thing even if the assault had been prognosticated). The receiver lost his footing and was on the ground hurt,scarred and scared.
He could see another side of the road and he had a choice. To stay or to run away.
Amid-st fear and apprehension, the victim raging with anger got up and raced toward the guy to get back at him. The man was waiting, as if to measure the density of material of the guy's balls before he made his next move. And before the guy knew, he was on the ground again pummeled right across his face by the forward thinking attacker. The flow of tears of pain had been stemmed thus far because of rage, but the pain suddenly took effect and the flow now started.
The other guy had become numb. He didn't in fact couldn't say or do a thing in protest, too frightened to think.
With tears flowing, the guy somehow go and and tried again to get back at his attacker. Again, he was just waiting and another punch in the stomach this time. The end result was the same. The pain, the flow of tears, the fear and somehow the anger only increased. He got back up and tried kicking him this time for a change. The feeble attempt of a kick failed to move the Goliath like man up against him and a hardest yet punch right on his nose was he outcome.
This continued, the cat and mouse game. The only constants were the victim falling but somehow just getting up again. By this time the friend had regained some of his senses and waited a while thinking, "this would be the last, not the last punch but the last fightback or rather a last tame try at a tame fightback". But that didn't seem to be happening. Blood followed as to accompany the solitary tears falling by themselves. The flow of blood wasn't stemming and neither the onslaught of punches.
This is when fear of his friend's death got to his friend.
"Chhod na yaar, jaane de bhai"
"Let go"
"Please bhai chhod de, jaane de yaar." Came the beseeching cries.
The next punch rendered the guy unconscious and the friend made a sudden movement towards him to comfort him. The other guy who had come with him held him back and suddenly the victim had a rush of blood and threw a punch on the face of the attacker with all the ferocity and strength that he had. The sight of blood from the nose of the attacker gave peace to his soul. He fell. But this time he had irked the attacker and a fatal onslaught killed him. Yes, the guy died there.
The death woke me up. Yes, it was dream! Story of life, isn't it?
Death is the ultimate end. Isn't it?
Then, what is the point of taking it in your face and standing up time and time again only to eventually fall?!
He could have ran the other way and somehow the friend would have been left alone. Wouldn't he?
He wasn't even touched until he tried to make a movement to help his fallen friend. And even the 'touch' wasn't half as ferocious as the 'meek' attempted kick at the attacker by his friend.
He could have given up. He could have moved on. He could have lived with being 'beaten' (beaten in life in a broader spectrum).
He could have and probably should have. That is what logic and rationale state anyway.
So why didn't he?
This was my dream so I take the liberty to interpret it the way I want to.
Being beaten was not in his framework, in his structure.
Vulnerable state that he was in, he did what he knew. He knew not to give up.
Vulnerable states, like I have already stated are opportunities to dive into your depths and figure out the make up of your internal structure. Holding on to the structure gave peace to his soul and isn't that what everyone is looking for. He could cheat with himself even if it meant meeting fatality.
Expounding further, let's get into a little more depth.
Often when you fail, there is advice flying "of making the mistake on the right side", "of things not meant to be" , "of having given your all and thus looking forward" ,"OF MOVING ON".
If you gave your all, how could you move on?
The above statement might sound ridiculous because we are so averse to not moving on and so accustomed to moving on that it almost sounds ridiculous. Wait, think again!
If you thought you could, why did you think otherwise after a 'roadblock'. Conversely if you did move on, you never really 100% thought you could, simply because you didn't hold out.
Often there is loose talk about things not meant to be. And often our judgment is clouded by external opinions who we think know more than us. Again, if we change where we stand against what we strongly think and feel, only people being cheated are us.
So when he died trying, he died hopeful; hopeful of turning around a very nasty situation. How many of us can say the same about our dreams?
What is that one quintessential aspect to living?
Yes, the oxygen, food , water and shelter crap that we all know about. Is all of this enough to keep you going in life? To fight for our dreams, to stand up for what we think is right?
Hope!
The hope that one day you will.
We die the day the fire of hope in lives extinguishes. Hope is the starting pad, and hope is what keeps you going.
The best aspect of this dream of mine was that the guy died hopeful, happy! He stayed true to his soul.
P.S. These is my interpretation of the dream, interpreted in coherence with my beliefs and internal structure. May or may not be that way for everyone.
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