The Hopeless Dreamers

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The people who we choose to surround ourselves with either trap us in their own demise or push us towards greatness. Each choice leads us towards a better lifestyle or a life that will crumble along with theirs. I once read in “The 48 Laws Of Power” how people can be poison and surrounding yourself with sweetness, greatness, will lead you towards a better life. We often keep people around for benefits, hoping they change, hoping they give us something more, only for them take everything you’ve been given and leave you to dry out in a hot sun with no water. You are dying for thirst, hoping they reach back at you, only for you to get nothing in return, concentrating on themselves and how they can get more.

We often give keys away with no locks on a door, free entry, no payment needed, only for us to regret knowing that locks on a door keep us safe from thieves who will eventually steal your heart and trap your soul in total bitterness, leaving your heart cold, longing for revenge. It is a grave mistake that we take to our beds, hoping to rest comfortably only to be restless all night battling our thoughts, hoping this tossing and turning will stop us dead in our sleep, not literally but peacefully where we no longer feel the poison going through veins making us gasp for air. We only want our fair share of life but who is to say it is deserved anyway? We place ourselves in situations we often believe it’ll better our soul only for our soul to never better but become bitter with “I wish I never” only for nothing to change but lessons to take back to people, to teach our life to those who are as naive as we were. To those who are dreamers like us, who leave hope in humanity, longing for change to come, hoping to be recognized for our potential and not the possessions we own or plan to own. We are only hopeless dreamers, with dreams turned into nightmares that we were once aiming for the sky, reaching for the moon and amongst those stars hoping to land, being a glimmer in someone’s eye watching from earth to know how valuable we really are. Only for them to turn a blind eye to the star gazing back at them by the shining of the street lights, taking the beauty away of what the Creator has created and put in front of them.

The blessings we often overlook trying to impress the ones who see right past us, while those deserving of it are overlooked, left with nothing but despair and a tear for their worries, hoping it would build a river carrying them away, to another island that would appreciate us. With open arms, lots of love, cheerfulness and most important of all, appreciation we often look for, that is given a blind eye, only for those who are truly blind to embrace the genuine nature of our souls, which penetrated their hearts. Eventually, we will arrive at the end knowing what each of these are lessons are for,  to better our souls, no matter how hard your life may be. No sadness lasts forever and no happiness lasts forever but in the remembrance of Allah is where the souls, the heart finds rest. Peace in due time, knowing to never wear your heart on your sleeve and reliance in people is like lighting a cigarette thinking it’ll never harm you. Surround yourself with the harmless but cheerful. The dreamers, not the nightmares and cure not the poison. Positivity attracts positivity and negativity diminishes positivity. Know what you are choosing and who you choose your give your time. They will either help you increase your life or decrease it by leaving you in sorrow and never in remembrance of your blessings and your potential.

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