Fear corrupted imagination….

I fell down from the tree, in front of me there was a huge gate, it was so huge that I was not able to locate its summit.

A man was guarding the gate, he was very heavy, and in order to enter the gate one needed to deceive the man. I on the other end was svelte, with fear shining on my face.

I was a prosaic, my thoughts were caged, I was not able to comprehend the situation. The man was looking pernicious, his eyes were releasing maledictions every time he looked around.

The scenario seemed to me as ostensible, but I was not sure. I slowly walked down towards that hoary man.

As I got closer to him, he was getting bigger, his ferocity was killing my every single ray of hope. I tried to be amiable at first, but it didn’t worked.

I had no other way to go, all was beyond that huge gate. At one point I almost became vapid, the fear of confrontation was so much that I thought of dying.

There was a hole in that gate through which I was able to witness the magnificence beyond. That gave me some courage.

I ran towards that man and thrashed him to the ground to enter into that beautiful unknown world.

When I looked back that man seemed very small, I wondered why?

Earlier it was my mind which magnified him using my fear. But now I knew that I was fearless.

I woke up from the sleep.

In my imaginary dream I realized that my imagination of any problem is wrong, my imagination was magnifying itself using my fear.

It was the fear I needed to remove to get back my original imagination, which in my dream I did, but in reality I still haven’t….