If You’re Not Dreaming Big for Yourself, Who Is Doing It for You?

They had laid him on a bed of leaves and twigs and branches. Flowers covering his body. The woman sat to his right, crying. Tears flooded her eyes, trembled down her cheeks, fell down her nose. Tears dropped from her chin. The man sat upright, peering at the furnace of the sun drawn against the purple haze of the night to come. It was going to be a dark and cold and empty night, he thought.

Soon, the night poured over them. All they could see were the stars nailed against the blankness. East of Eden, at the edge of the world, there was nothing but infinite emptiness. They had been given the greatest gift that had ever been offered to any living thing. They often gazed at the dark sky and could see the liquid mist of morning covering the land. They could see it clearly in their minds and spoke often of it with great pleasure.

“What is going to happen?” the woman asked.

He kept scanning the horizon, hands on his hips. “He has gone to a better world,” he said matter of factly.

“What world would that be?”

He turned around, smiled tenderly at her. “A place where he can be free.” He knelt beside her, curled his fingers against hers. “Where he can hunt as much as he likes. Where he can give names to the creatures that have none yet, where he can eat as much as he pleases. Never feel thirst or hunger. Never feel cold or hot. Never feel tired or weak.” He did not dare look at the body that laid beside them. “Never feel pain. Never feel sadness. Never cry a single tear.”

“Does such a place exist?” she asked.

He nodded.

There weren’t many words at the beginning of time. Plenty was yet to be imagined into existence. Regardless, he knew. He felt it in his heart, even though he could not use words to give it life.

He knew that if such a place did not exist, they could always make it up…

If you lose the capacity to dream big for yourself, what do you have left?

If you cut off your own wings and decide to crawl through life, is it even called living or is it just surviving?

If you blame your circumstances, or your bad luck, or fate, or other people, why would you ever fight for your dreams?

Ask yourself these questions. Do not discard them easily, for without dreams, we are like birds in a cage. We are unable to fly, to find and enjoy freedom, a sense of deep purpose, a sense of belonging to something much greater than ourselves.

We are who we are. We are who we have to be. And we must fight for our dreams, no matter what.

The opening excerpt is from a novel I am writing. A novel I am struggling with. A novel that I have to fight to make time for. It is what it is.

I choose to fight for my dream, even though it is not easy, even though sometimes I feel as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders, and all I want to do is to shrug.

Do not let your dreams die, for you will die with them long before they plant you in the ground.

Without dreams, we are condemned to this bizarre state of lethargy. Day after day after day of nothing happening. Dying one day at a time, but never quite being fully alive either.

Fight for your dreams.

I am fighting for mine.


 

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11 thoughts on “If You’re Not Dreaming Big for Yourself, Who Is Doing It for You?

  1. The concept of fighting for your dreams is one I’ve only just come around to. I wrote about a similar sentiment to the one in this post recently, following my 23rd birthday. Gaining that fight in me is the first thing that’s ever really made me feel worthwhile, because it feels like I’m doing something worthwhile. That said, as far as fate and luck are concerned, I accept that not everything is in my control. If I try my hardest and fail, I won’t beat myself up, because some things just aren’t up to me.

    Great post, and an interesting novel excerpt. I wonder, was that man literally inventing the concept of heaven?

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  2. I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your writing. You have something to say and I felt it in your words. Thank you for this post. I am fighting for my dreams too!! You will get that novel out. I just know it. :)

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