There is too much in this world to admire and adore, to behold and to bother about, to obliviate or to treasure. But everyday what we mostly confront is the macroscopic world, the materialistic facet, things with rigid outlines, bulky and light. The macroscopic aspects bind us in its rigid circumference. Every little thing can be tagged with a logic, things can be counted. Our activities are guided by the fraction of possibility and impossibility.
Whereas, the mind of an individual can elevate his soul to a new dimension, where heart knows no bounds, which is made of inner emotions, deep feelings and drastic imagination. It is the world of ‘Romanticism’. There are a few of a many who can look through the rim of a droplet, who can personify the inanimate objects, who can draw inspiration from the jocund group of daffodils, the Romantics. Whose thoughts can surpass the speed of the wind and can agitate the burial deep down in the core of the earth.
The actual beauty and pleasure of the world lies in romanticism. It renders strength to raise voice, to move hearts and to predict the unseen. When the thoughts break-free through the confinement of the materialistic and rigid cage and set free to wander around, it achieves the power and will to go out of the league, to shatter the social dilemma and bring upon an aurora of new hope, wisdom woven with love and beauty.