“Children, who like toy animals, love them to an extent that they breathe in air into those toys. They bring the toys to life. The toy cat starts mewing, the toy dog starts barking, the toy horse starts running, and the teddy begins smiling. Is that love? Or is it the power of imagination?
And when these children grow up to boys and then to men, they live enough close to this scenario. They create an imaginary world, which they dreamt last night, modify their body languages to bring smiles around, impress people, flaunt something that’s unnecessary and many more , that the sum total of all this bring their imagined world of being centric to life. The world is the biggest toy they handle. But dynamic enough to respond , unlike the toy animals , the world shows them its original face, a real face, which these grown up children, I mean the adults , get confused to accept it, spending most of their prime time to discriminate the original and imaginary world. It creates a lot of pain. I know, I face this every night.
They grow old soon, get angry very often, hate friends for they aren’t suiting to their imagined features, feels depressed because they feel no one is helping them, never shares their new ideas, tries to be isolated and die very soon unhappy. This is the biggest suicide of the mankind. Killing oneself very slow that one can’t even detect the spreading of this poison. This is a harsh truth. Now that neither you nor I started this game, we are helpless but to follow its rules, diplomatically making trends.
This is where inspiration begins to come around. A small thing, but could make a big difference. Nobody sells it, it’s made from within. We can find it for ourselves this inspiration which guides us to stop playing with this big toy, the world, and breathe life into ourselves. That’s what real life is. Are you searching for happiness? Then, you better stop searching for a reason to be good to yourself and the world around. Toys actually can be bent. They surely need us, not vice versa.”
-Aroon Che
