There are a few occasions in life when one has to go through a complete metamorphosis of certain beliefs and ideals. It happens when something inconsequencial to you becomes a stark reality slapping you hard acrosss the face or when sometimes something you accord as reverent becomes inconsequential to you...either ways a tender strand of faith in the holy grail or karma or whatever you believe in is ripped...rarely does it happen that a concept,a dream,a value you could give your life to protect is just taken away from you and in the rarest of rare and most disillusionating circumstances do you
realize that it was all actually a figment of your imagination...
It is said that never deprive a person of his dreams because maybe thats the only thing he has..and so when your imagination fades in the face of reality it doesnt leave a scar to tend to, but it leaves or takes something intangible with it which would make you wish for a thousand of scars in exchange..like harry had to had an uncalled for scar in exchange of voldermont’s prowess, you have to sacrifice one little thing to get over it , which maybe your unfailing stamina to trust, or your ability to dream, or of your heart not skipping a beat anymore now,or that you can no longer be hurt by anything or anyone by growing a skin several centimetres thick,knowing yet not feeling the change
in you, it is when any or all of the things happen to you then you might
know that the Atlas shrugged for you..
