Crusades of Chimeras

We, humans, have a very unique ability of "Envisaging". This ability of ours has turned out to be not just omnipotent but its far-reaching prospects have persevered the functioning of the body and the soul as one. In Greek mythology, the Chimera was a fearsome fire-breathing monster with a lion's head, a goat's body, and a dragon's tail. According to the fable, lobates, the king of Lycia, had commanded Bellerophon to kill the Chimera(who had been unleashing its wrath all over the city), since he thought Chimera would instead kill Bellerophon "as it was a dauntless and unassailable creature". Yet the hero mounted his winged horse Pegasus and soaring high and high with one single arrow he shot down the Chimera.

In colloquial language and in the worlds of words, Chimera is also used to refer to imaginative, implausible, or dazzling contemplations of ours. Lost in our reverie, and engrossed in our capacious castles built in the air we connect every point of jovial as well as disgraceful moments forming strings of thoughts and spinning a yarn of fantasy and consequently weaving a tapestry of Chimera. This Chimera is not just a dream but an abstract manifestation of ours that's pleasurable to us and is like the first few drops of rain that barge on to surface commencing and proclaiming the fall of those little liquid crystals of water. It's the sword and sorcery of our minds. The racing of the nerve signals and the pumping of blood that accelerates, the wavey ECG or the sudden increase in our rate of breathing, the heart skips a beat at the same races through several and our facial muscles like the Zygomaticus adjusts itself into one fine smile. 

The chimera of ours consolidates thousands of ideas and dreams, examples like consequential achievements or subsequential thoughts are the ones that consolidate our Chimera. Drawing a paradigm from our world a basic chimera could be as follows. A sixteen-year-old who just got his life's greatest realization that the world isn't fair or there are thousands of chain reactions occurring all around him and he has to opt for one of them and thus try to establish himself in the equation and set out a domino effect of actions, achievements, failures, regrets, happiness and most importantly liveliness. To carve his exuberant life he starts striking the strings of nerves of the guitar named brain, his heart beats like a drum, the aorta rushes the blood out of his heart and branches it to every organ, and there comes the smile as he finally draws his Chimera. His Chimera is pretty basic and simple. A very humble one for this behemoth of competition and world. The dots he chooses are, passing all his exams with flying colors, placing himself at the topmost universities, falling in love and being loved deeply rather than widely, marrying the girl of his dreams, and the way all fables and fantasies end "...and they lived happily ever after". His exuberance lies in this labyrinth of notions that are even yet to exist. Well, it's the very caliber and savior faire of the Chimera that makes it daunting. Its mastery is drowning us in our own befuddled but delightful spur of fantasies that we completely lose our sense of the present. Its tendency to push us into a perpetuation of such kinds of thoughts that simply manifest themselves one after the other, each one being far more utopian than the other till the very point we reach "amour propre".

But like the Greeks, we also have our Bellerophon.

Our Lycia is being burned down to ashes. The Chimera has gin-soaked our mind and soul with hallucinations, time is flowing and our thoughts are incapable of even contemplating the plot of escape and are bearing witnesses to this catastrophe. Our king of kings lobates(our mind) is stunned and all he could ruminate about in his head is "what has he done!?". The iniquitous and the satanic Chimera has enticed the whole of Lycia into a trap of perpetuity and hopelessness. 
Somewhere in his despair, lobates does account for a hero but is dubious whether his last gamble in this war would fail. Bellerophon is summoned by the king. Bellerophon, the silver shielded warrior and the conqueror of numerous battlefields, is none other than the very basic value of acceptance and embracement of the present. His sword has been forged from the fires of dedication and his agile arrows from the flames of patience contained in the quiver of perseverance. 

Ridding his loyal winged horse pegasus he soars high and high in the sky above the clouds of disappointment and agony, sustaining the blows of the treacherous winds and settling high to take an aim at the dreadful Chimera. He takes out his arrow and places it on his bow, stretches those noble strings of his lofty and magnificent bow, and releases the fatal arrow. The arrow crusades through those clouds and gushes through the air as if a lightning bolt straight from the hands of Zeus. All it took was one single arrow to escape this grim and their lies the body of a soulless creature that had desolated and ravaged the poor boy's Lycia.

Our mind is the most complex and unprecedented creation of the Almighty, our thoughts are those words that reverberate inside our few inches of the bony cranium. The power and ability they have is not something that our souls might be capable of handling. We ourselves draw these chimeras and deliberately fail to summon up our Bellerophon and thus resulting in a futile essence of our existence. We are to blame not for our incapabilities but for our lack of faith in our abilities. The world has numerous opportunities to give but if we keep dwelling on the fruits of it, simply yearning for them and reckoning thousands of contemplations then it would send us back into the vicious trap of our chimeras.

Our holy grail of life is not one that has been weaved but one that has to be weaved. Dreams are the reason why we live and enticing our thoughts within them might be the reason that we ourselves dig up our graves. Bellerophon is always there to save the day but it's on you to summon him and let the light of the glorious sun dance all over your beloved city of Lycia.

I thought too much, lived too much in the mind. It was hard to make decisions.

-Donna Tart