We all have dreams. Some are bigger, some are simpler, smaller. We all have dreams because dreams are what keep us alive. Keep us breathing under the water, struggling through the day.
“I had a dream”, was shouted out loud by Martin Luther King Jr. on August 28, 1963. Luther was a human rights activist, who was calling to put an end to the racism in the United States of those days. Luther dared to dream big, he wanted to act, to be the change he was so longing for. His days were full of hopes, dreams — but also deeds, which got him closer to his dream.
Ever since, when a person claims to change something in the world, he bases his actions and thoughts on this one simple sentence, I had a dream. Who wouldn’t want to see his dreams come true?
I once met a guy who told me that the most important thing to him in a woman is her dreams, and whether she is doing everything in her power to make them come true. I told him dreams are overrated, and the bigger the dream you have, the smaller the chance it might actually come true.
We were no match, of course.
I had a dream, too. I am not sure if I should use past or present tense, because I just don’t know how I feel about this dream anymore.
Something has changed. A tragic incident that happened and changed my plans. Forced me into submitting to reality and quiet my dreams, perhaps for good.
So what’s next? How do you build a new dream? How can you create something that will keep you alive? That will keep you swimming against the flow?
Are we ready to do everything we can to make our dreams come true? Do we live our lives based on these irrationals thoughts about a vague future we are not sure about? Are we capable of letting go of everything we have in order to live that dream?
Someone I just met told me that people who don’t have dreams look sad, but not in the melancholic – romantic way. He said that once you give up on your dreams, you become a walking-dead person, who wakes up in the morning just to get through the day and go back to sleep.
He begged me not to be that person, and search in myself for a new dream, a new horizon, and a new future to be longing for.
Do these things get to define who I truly am? Or are they just an added bonus to the person I am now? What will happen to us if we keep living our lives with no goals or things to wish for?
What’s so bad about flying solo with no final destination?