Whats a worthy dream?

If someone asked me today what it is it that i really dream of doing or accomplishing with my life.. i'm not sure if the answer would satisfy either party . I mean what is really a dream worth dreaming? Would a ten bullet point plan of action be appropriate or a Sassuristic "higher" ideal desperately reeking of escapism be of the order? Is there really something like the big ticket success story or is it more like a collection of moments? Collection of moments like that incredibly tough three pointer on the nick of time in a basketball game that only 4 people in the world will ever remember and that too not for more than 3 days.. or the pure pleasure of sitting quite and watching someone sip her coffee .. or the warm feeling when you help out a random stranger for nothing..

I have a sinking feeling that i might not be the big ticket kinda guy.. that i might be the type whos busy collecting trinkets off the road while others are busy burning up the road running marathons... that i might be the guy people look at and nod their heads clucking despondently at " what he could have done with his potential .."... What does that make me then? A lazy bum who doesnt want to work hard ? Or someone who hasnt found something really worth fighting for ...yet :)

Sunrise Sunrise..

Its a perfectly good morning today ..and damn i dont like the first line of this post already. There's lots to feel happy about right this moment.. like no deadlines staring you in the face.. no classes for the next 2 days.. but the reason behind my smile right now is nowhere near as profound as the aforementioned reasons.. what has me in raptures is my pile of freshly washed laundry!! Duh.. lost the train of thought really .. no point blaberring on

I am surrounded by you .. to try to shut you out is like trying to shut out the sun and the wind.. tried doing that too over the last two days.. just me and my books in the dark cocoon of my room.. only got a lot of reading done but could not get you off my mind... its frustrating to realize how much of everything round me is you .. infact how much of me is infact just you .. Its futile and i have given up .. i'll lie here in decay like rose petals in sweet syrup awaiting their ruin .. I havent spoken much in the last 3 days and i almost feel like you in school .. the mind playing its own little games conjuring up its own little tricks to keep oneself entertained almost oblivous to everything around you including yourself. Its a strange vacuous feeling like being inside a hot air baloon .. its opressively hot but you can breathe and hence wont die and you are floating away and have a clear view of everything around you. Like being submerged in water..the sounds muted .. the colors tinted .. the mind sharper than ever in its consciousness . I have you all around me .. i realise i have enough of you around me to make do not for a day or two but for a lifetime .. I dont miss you as i am you.