When to stop chasing dreams..

Interesting title eh? its a question i've been asking myself for quite some time and as always, no answer.. We hear so many tales given to us by our parents, friends and society itself about winners and losers. The winner stuck to the dream, persevered against seemingly insurmountable odds and he won in the end. The loser on the other hand, either didn't try hard enough or tried too hard not long enough. Therefore, I wonder, other than their rockbottom level bank balance, what other indication does a loser have that he has lost? In his mind, is he still on the way to a success?

The reason for the brand 'loser' on him, is simply the fact that society sets a timer by means of which it passes judgement on everyone in this gigantic race called life. 

When this timer runs out, you are put under the microscope and analysed. Are you rich? Do people like you, are you the life and soul of the party and so on. Are you married with kids, beautiful wife, intelligent kids, preferably a boy and a girl to further maintain this absurd notion of balance.

By the above metrics, one is judged. The so called losers, they might be on their way there too, but for them the timer has run out and judgement has been passed.

No one shall recount their glorious tales, no one shall remember them as anything other thanexamples of what not to become. 

Thus, I find myself wondering when must we stop following our dreams? Wouldn't it be the greatest irony ever if we decided to stop chasing our dreams a day before, an hour before or even a few seconds before when they were all destined to come true. What happens then?

Well, I guess pretty much nothing.

Blessed are those who have the luxury to follow their dreams while still maintaining their grip on what is, rather than constantly dwelling on what could be. I consider myself one of those.

Even after 22 years of being on this earth I still have the chance to chase my dreams.

For a long time I asked myself, what do I want to do? There was silence.

When in school I started playing music with a group of guys and I discovered that I had more fun doing this than most anything else. I found not beauty in the grace of a mathematical equation, the logic of a physics experiment, or the bubbling mysteries of chemical activity. I found beauty and harmony in music.

Thus I knew what I wanted to become, I wanted to play in a band.

Nothing worked out.

So now here I am following the sane path, and carrying on this marriage to my second most loved path, computer science. I am no fool, I know that dreaming without caution is a scary and rarely recommended path, and so I do not follow it.

I am playing in a band here, and things are looking good. Is this it? Am I gonna throw everything away and run after the music dream? 

Once again I repeat, I am no fool.

I dream with caution, yet I still dream.

And the music goes on.

Magus.