Name of fear , wings of dreams

I am not a religious person, but I cannot describe the overwhelming feeling I feel when I walk into any place of worship. I see people with hope without hope, with fear, with love all walking into the temples. Some have tears in their eyes and some just love the God, they are worshiping. I feel small, I feel insignificant. All the pain I have fades and feels insignificant in front of all the troubles of people around me.
They are regular folk, walking besides me and talking besides me, laughing and chatting, but here they shed their masks and speak the truth. They accept and acknowledge their sadness, desires, wants and needs. They pray for themselves, for their loved ones, for everyone or for no one. I look at them and think of a prayer, whatever whoever deserves and fights for, I hope they are able to get it. I know there is uncertainty in life, the factor that keeps us at our toes. I hope for the ones who are fighting the battles with all their might, for what they deserve most, get it.
Isn't my prayer futile; i wonder. The ones who are willing to bet it all for a dream, are the ones who do not care for the failure, they will cry for the hurt they faced, but will get up from the ground. They will nurse the wound and dust off and walk with a stance that is stronger than before. These are the people, who are not here today looking at the ground they fell upon, they are the ones staring at the stars. They are the ones that are moving the stars to makes a space for their dreams in sky.
For them it is not the name, not their name, not anyone's name that matters. They make their own labels. They make their own Gods. The rest pray those Gods that were left behind by them, they worship the inner strength of the ones who stood up.
I get off, and get out of this place. I acknowledge the ground that is under me, but I am not letting the ground hold me down, because I am discovering that I have wings. The wings of courage to wipe the tears, the courage to face the darkness inside me, to feel the moment that is as is, call what is by its name. I am calling on fear. I am calling to control it, to take spread the wings and fly. Fly into the unknown and make space in the stars for my dreams. My dreams are not of the earth, my dreams belong in the sky.

Pebble wish

It started out the way all days start, and then I saw a pebble. A smooth, simple pebble that was not from this city at all, it had the face of a pebble that had seen the wild waves that kissed it, tossed it and sculpted it into the very shape it was. Over years and years, its coarseness and rough edges had smoothed out and it had a band of contrast in it. Suddenly I had a wish to sit where the pebble had come from.

Where was it from? The  pebble was not from the ocean, no, it had a more homely character, something inland, perhaps a stream of sweet water that flows into a large river. I don't think it was the pebble's location I was thinking of, I was thinking more about where I want to be. Soaking the waves that lap me on the shore of a crystal clear stream of water, that is surrounded by a thousand birds, crickets and frogs singing in perfect harmony. I want to escape. It is just a wish, but it is still a warm wish that is making me smile.

Why should I even care, I wish a new wish everyday? That is not true is it? There is a true wish, something like a dream that is in all of us. A wish to make something impossible, possible. There are is such a wish that the thought of it brings this smile on the lips, a secret smile that escapes the lips when you least expect it, like on the bus, on the street, sometimes in the shower. Such a wish brings the possibility of a warm memory that the heart will treasure for all times from the moment it is fulfilled.

These are not the wishes that built the detailed machinery that sent men to the moon, but it is the wish of a boy, who thought he would walk on the silver dust on the moon and eat the cheese that was there. It is the wish that makes you want to take off from the ground and fly like the birds that soar the sky. When such a wish is chased, it becomes what the reality can never be.

It is not just a pebble, it is the place, the feeling and all the beauty around. This wish has stayed with me for a long time, and now it is time to fulfill it. Now time has come to find the most apt place for the pebble and sit besides it. This wish to be where the pebble was just a simple wish, so I think time has come to make the wish come true. To open the online ticket portal and escape with the pebble.