Another World

 It took me weeks of thinking about writing this to finally write this. And I'm writing this by telling myself that this exercise will help me fare well in my upcoming exams. Which exams you ask, well. Let's save that for Another post. Maybe I'll get to write it in this world or maybe, in Another World.

Another World, a song by Westlife, (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_rqckCHQ2os) a song that evokes a rainbow of emotions in me. A different feeling each time I listen to it, yet the feeling of craving for a life on a distant far away world persists.

'And another life

Maybe we see everything

In a different light

Like an endless summer'

The song begins with a wish to go back to the time when perception wasn't limited to life's experiences. Its strange how the experiences that make us who we are, which define us also end up in confining us with our limited perceptions. Maybe, we'll awaken one day and shatter all our limitations and begin anew like the life that sprouts in the warmth and light of the Summer. The summer of our lives.

'And in the years from now

We'll all be living

The same old certain dream

That we imagined would be'

And we earnestly work to become better, to get that long cherished dream of ours. We can't help but wish that the dream is what we believe it to be. That its realisation will bring to us what we seek. The day our dream turns into reality, it is the reality that we hoped for. That no matter how long it takes for us to make our dream come true, it'll be true to us old certain dream

''Somewhere high

Somewhere high above the clouds

We could live there safe and sound

Far away from where we are

Yeah we'll find our star

But maybe that's another world'

And as we get busy in realising our dream, our life gets busy. It gets mundane, sometimes mechanical. Why can't we just go there now? Why should we face this uncertainty of the future? The endless questions of what ifs. Why can't we just leave all of this and just live for once. Just live in the mountains, in the clouds where nobody knows us. Just ourselves with our dreams. What a world will that be.

'In another life

We would fall in love you see

And the sun would shine

For you and me yeah

Chasing the storm from the sky

Altogether love would come and save us

And we would let it take us'

Maybe things will be different for once. We'll find our dream, our love again. This time we'll truly live when we fall in love with our dream and our love. To feel the Sun shining on us, bathing us in the light of love and hope. We’ll embrace our fears and let them dissolve in our love. All the storms that brew inside of us, outside of us, all of it will pass. We will be saved, from us, by us.

‘Somewhere high

Somewhere high above the clouds

We could live there safe and sound

Far away from where we are

Yeah we'll find our star

But maybe that's another world’

We’ll finally reach the star that we’ve been wanting for so long. A home where we truly belong far away from all of our miseries

‘Far away from where we are

Yeah we'll find our star

But maybe that's another world’

‘Maybe’ speaks volumes to me here.Is what we want is really in a different place? Is what we seek really away from us or within us? The dream living inside us waiting to get manifested into reality. The love that we have strong enough to keep us going.

But what if the world is set against us, the forced disabilities thrusted onto us, keeping us away from our dreams and our love. Clipped dreams and abandoned love. 

Maybe, that’s another world.


Comments

  1. Freaking thoughts✍September 8, 2020 at 2:47 PM

    And its these What ifs that limit us to limited perception about life..
    Deeply thought n written! 👏

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