Inspiration comes from the most unexpected places; the ploy is in seeing them the way they have shown themselves, that is in their purest sense. The roads which are not taken have a layer of mist surrounding them, getting them a tag of being haunted. In reality, we seriously don’t know. The only way ahead is to pass through the mist and look the castle standing ahead of it. The trick is there may not be always a castle waiting to be occupied, it could be a barren land with no person around. Now comes the inspiration in the small things part – we did get a free land with no one to stop us in our adventure. And who knows, we might even build a number of the castles being talked about. It’s just in the perception, anything and everything is worth trying and even more worthy in failing.
Its not the failure which haunts us but the will, which we search for, to rise again. The task is not daunting as seen by or as shown by, its merely the mist which is sinking in the trauma. We all know what lies ahead and that’s the reason we move. By chance we don’t, there is another check which starts acting. The place gets so used to that we start feeling to suffocate, it’s as if there is no oxygen left to breathe. What next, we move. Don’t know where but the will to live does take us to some place, surely far away from the status quo. It might happen, though a slight possibility, that the mist might get lighter and the journey ahead more easier and clear.
Let us put it in a simple manner – Castles are not built on air, but on the very land we live on. They need not be magnanimous to others but to us. Life gives us what we look forward for and its upon us to decide.