Childhood, the period which joy and pleasure were a contribution for the memories we passed in each moment of it, was entirely filled with ambiguous imaginations and illustrations which can only exist in peculiar world of kids. Despite the crisis I had in my life, I used to dream for many things the other kids had which once I got them, they were nothing more than the previous ones. As the time varied and I grew older so did the ambitions and targets which used to be unaccustomed to me. Although, the wishes were many, they never cease to amaze me by becoming true one by one but the only thing which was still the same was the joy which lasted for a few days. The more I achieved, the more they became ordinary for me. At the end, impossibles became what I extremely desired. Then, everything commenced to alter, every routine activities turn into absorbing activities and the more the days passed, the more I became obsessed with my targeted goals. Thus, I realized the beauty and joy of the goals are not in achieving of them but in days you struggling to achieve them.
Basam Murtaza Tahoor
23th Ocb, 2018