What do you dream? Everyone has different dreams. I’m not asking what your “dream” job, vacation, or partner is like. When you picture your future, what do you see? Perhaps you don’t think about your dream very often. Or perhaps your dream is the glittering light at the end of tunnel, driving your every step.
Dreams are beautiful. They provide goals, a reward, an escape. Sometimes we build dreams we don’t even realize exist. Realized or not, they build a hope inside, a glorious expectation. Our dreams change too, normally in imperceptible amounts, a tweak here or there. Sometimes though…sometimes a dream castle crashes to the ground, demolished by something…anything.
Where do you go without a dream? How long do you mourn the death of your dream? Or….do you continue to dream with the same castle, rebuilding it piece by piece? It is a dream, after all, something that can be hoped for with little basis in reality. At some point though, disbelieving reality becomes pitiful and dreaming becomes delusion.
Dreams…the realm of two-faced Janus, promising either beautiful realization or heart-wrenching denial. How long is it worth dreaming? How many dreams must be demolished before one is realized?
“I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
Life would not be worth living without dreams. They must be accepted in all their glory and danger. Each crashing castle is simply the chance to build, slowly and painfully, another more glorious replacement. Dreams must, always must be dreamed….in an Inception-like manner, I suppose one could say that the hope of dreams is a dream itself. Regardless, for life to maintain its glitter and potential, dreams must not be forsaken. I do believe in dreams. I do. I do.