“What the heart of the young man said to the Psalmist

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;—

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.”

Can I tell my life is real, it is the true life I want, I dream? My life is but not empty dreams… If I were so much successful at this age, I might tell that my life is a success. Now I am in between some where the biggest change and little me that I want to wait for some months or years.

It might be the smoke before the big fire. It might be much optimistic to declare the very big change that is in process. I want to get that. I am waiting. But before that big wave of change that is my dream life I cannot say. In capitalism everyone needs a private jet. It is true. Everyone needs smiley faces too. Everyone needs flood free Texas, a sound life where there are smiles and sound health. We are happy by everyone’s happiness as a human being.

I sleep and want to awake in the very morning where I get everything. May be I am the richest guy in the world. May be I have the ability to invent everything. May be I have some small little kids to be my own, my own children, someone special a woman to be taken care of as my wife. My dreams are all in between possible and impossible. But I need those to make it true. I need a life that I mean to live somewhere in the world. I want to take breathe as if it were me and I were happy to breathe. I hope that after this self pitched life declaration I might be able to do such.

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