The World Was Ending…

I saw a bad dream last night. The world was ending.

It was fearful while going through. It was relaxing when I came to know that it was just another dream. It was thoughtful as I woke up and remembered what was going through my mind when the dream was up and running.

What I can still recollect of those moments was an annoying lightening stroke lasted for a continuous two minutes after which the eventual thunder was expected to screw us down all the way, but to our surprise it didn’t follow. Every one of us in the scene was expecting the thunder as the lightening stroke lasted more than expected and longer than what it was supposed to be. But surprisingly nothing much happened and that made us shiver even more. All of us were running out of thoughts to save ourselves as the ear-screaming noise of people out there, waiting for some one to come to their rescue was disheartening both to witness and to hear.

As I opened my eyes it was all dark around. After few seconds, it appeared like a famous place for me at least. Now the realization popped up that it was just a dream. How relaxing! Nothing much could be done about the bad dream in the mid of the night other than turning aside and closing my eyes once again. It was a dream after all.

In the morning I was rethinking about the thoughts I was having while the dream was running in my mind. I didn’t know any one who was around me, who was accompanying me through out those scaring incidents. Whoever it was, there was no question of whom, what we regularly do when we meet people. There was no question of doubt on anyone as we were all left alone to do journey with. There was only one ambition, to survive, to breath more. We were helping each other who otherwise would ask hell lot of questions to help. It was feeling horrible but there was a tempo to help each other, there was a goal to save each other. Being unknown, being feared, we all were having determination for each others well being in mind.

I’m not sure from where the snobbish fear of witnessing the end of the world has started to come to my knowledge. But of course, its very clear that most of us are already contaminated with this thought.

If it has to end it has to start somewhere. Be it the world, be it the fear, it has to start ending somewhere. Better to end the fear of witnessing the end of the world. I firmly believe that nothing of that sort is going to be experienced by us.

Have good life. Make most out of it.