Once upon a time I fulfilled my crazy desire. I heard in my heart the subtle, forgotten melody of my dreams, drowned out by the roar of the metropolis. She closed the door of the apartment and office and flew away with a one-way ticket to India. The nature of the emergence of these desires (as well as many other things) in India has become obvious. Our dreams, the absurdity of which sometimes frightens, is the voice of our Soul, its aspiration to those places and to those circumstances in which some important mission remained unfulfilled, for which, in fact, a specific, often not hearing inner, was chosen voice, body.

We always have a choice of what to spend our lives on - fulfilling our destiny or fearing. Fear of losing something in the form of stability, security, well-being, measured materially. The fear of losing something illusory and abstract, which does not belong to us, which we do not own and which we cannot influence in any way. Most of us will not realize our crazy dream, continuing to consider it a strange, ridiculous whim. Buried under blankets of comfortable sofas, the dream will echo in the heart with a gentle forgotten melody.

On my way, I met many eccentrics who make their crazy dreams come true. They travel around the world on motorcycles. They sail from India to Sri Lanka on rafts. They sell real estate, run into debt and climb Mount Everest with the uncertainty of returning. They leave prestigious government positions and leave to build hospitals for the poor in the hinterland of Guatemala. I knew a tender young touching girl who became seriously ill and felt that she could only be healed in India. She died without seeing India. She was afraid that she would not have enough money for the trip.

We find ourselves. Someone who has the right to any choice. For whom there are no mistakes, but there are consequences of the choice made and responsibility for it. The one who has destroyed his own stereotypes, illusions and fears no longer depends on the results, points and ratings.

This someone will become uncomfortable, causing rejection, envy and the desire to "ban" in the world those who fulfill other people's, and not their own desires. Because it is impossible to “motivate”, “format”, “integrate”, “integrate into the system”, “include in the team” and perform other actions with his consciousness that are derived from “manipulating”. But it will not matter at all, because this newfound free person will never be alone, even if there is physically no one around.

What is it, this forgotten melody inside us? It is about the Soul, about the divine plan within us. It can sound like cosmic polyphony. Or it can unite, in unheard-of choirs, with other melodies, drowned out by blankets on the cozy sofas of panel houses ...