These are the extracts from 'the pilgrimage'...i liked them a lot so m forwarding them 2 u hope u'll also like ‘The first symptom of the process of our killing ourdreams is the lack of time,’ Petrus continued. ‘Thebusiest people I have known in my life always have timeenough to do everything. Those who do nothing arealways tired and pay no attention to the little amount ofwork they are required to do. They complain constantlythat the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid tofight the good fight. ‘The second symptom of the death of our dreamslies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see lifeas a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves aswise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. Welook beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, andwe hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dustand the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the firein the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight,the immense delight in the hearts of those who areengaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nordefeat is important; what’s important is only that theyare fighting the good fight.‘And, finally, the third symptom of the passing ofour dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon;we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anythingmore than we are willing to give. In that state, wethink of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasiesof our youth, and we seek personal and professionalachievement. We are surprised when people ourage say that they still want this or that out of life. Butreally, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happenedis that we have renounced the battle for ourdreams – we have refused to fight the good fight.’When we renounce our dreams and find peace,’, ‘we go through a short period oftranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within usand to infect our entire being. We become cruel to thosearound us, and then we begin to direct this crueltyagainst ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychosesarise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointmentand defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make itdifficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’sdeath that frees us from our certainties, from our work,and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons