White Noise

Sometimes you look around to find yourself surrounded by people. A faceless mass who are preoccupied with their purposes, busy with their goals, lost in their dreams, wasted in their lethargies...and you observe. Observe to see what has made you into 'this' and ask was 'this' what you had aspired to be someday? Unguided, taught, preached to mould your dreams to suit a customised tailored life. I have lost the zeal to chase those shapeless dreams but my strength refuses to let me fall. His hand still clutches mine to remind me that I have always been a "passionate dream chaser" and there is no point to give up. That struggling will keep me going.I do not remember where I read this, it said - Its not about reaching the goal, its the game that matters...or something like that.
Spectating gives me immense pleasure. Its like observing subjects from a close distance without a cage or glass wall, to feel like a part of them and yet make your study. I can hear the white noises too as if I want to shut myself completely from this world and chase the rabbit of my wonderland!