Believe In Dreams and your voice



Speak

Your voice will speak through the walls because it is your voice giving power to your thoughts
So speak because it is what makes you a human and humane.
©Sufi...5/11/18
Philosophies@Sufi
Painting@Sufi

There are a few things that keeps me awake at nights. I hardly sleep and I almost daydreaming about finding my name. I have done so, found my voice, my name, my calling and my path too. Yet I am restless and always searching. Maybe the soul is like that, it always needs to go on a quest and search for a higher knowledge of things.

The first thing that really jolted me was going through the life of an Artist named Hokusai who during his death wished for more time to be able to master his craft and leave behind his best work. I understood the essence of time. The time spent in sulking on the things, the recognition or the financial support or anything that makes me think again and again about my decision of working as a full time writer and artist. It has already been 10 years and I  have really experienced life through. I am afraid of the running time and my running patience.

But I realized how important learning and evolving as a creative voice was. I can achieve anything but knowledge and mastering the craft is what I need to work on. It's the age of marketing oneself and I am working on that too. But I'll always pish myself and work on that work of art or writing that will touch the world and give them hope. It will thus help me pursue this madness further. I only pray that I find the source of this madness and help me spread my voice further.
The world needs to know about what really matters.

And secondly I did realize that each voice is important and needs to be heard but the force- The Willpower that fuels your dreams needs to be constant, you need to keep going forward no matter what. Go through all that pain and disappointments and find your dream and when you do find it, you have keep working on that dream to live it.

It is only this work that makes all the difference and gives you thay power- the voice and that hope.

Such is the nature of dreams, it is nurtured through your sweat, blood and vision. Without you, it can never see the world and the world can never see it.

And I have been praying, each night when I am counting sheep to sleep, I pray. It show gives me a strong sense of survival and I feel that past all those tears and and all that pain, there is hope because God maybe tried to tell us this itself. To believe in Him, to believe in ourselves and to believe in dreams.

Keep working
Be resilient
Be strong and live that dream
Love
Sufi 

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