A dreamer. That’s what I’ve always been. I’ve always wanted things that one does not usually know how to find, things that require one to get truly lost in order to find.
I have always wanted to be able to dream my life into existence. That’s why I am a writer, why I invent worlds and characters, and write about all that I wish to be but can’t.
I am a dreamer because without dreams I’d probably be dead.
I am a dreamer because if I set a deadline to it, it becomes a goal. And fulfilling one’s goals makes life meaningful.
I am a dreamer because it would be such a shame not to be one.
And I believe in the power of dreams, in man’s ability to turn something as imaterial as the product of one’s imagination into reality.
I am a dreamer.
And I think that we often forget about this. In the day to day trenches of what we so cynically call “real life” we forget to dream. We discard dreamers. We like to think of ourselves as realists. We know the price of everything, yet nothing has value or meaning anymore.
We are spiritually bankrupt because we think and live and feel in numbers.
It’s not the cost of a house that makes it a home, and it’s not the number of people you have slept with that makes you worthy of love, and it’s not the number attached to your bank account that makes you happy.
Having a dream and fighting to make it come true is a life well spent.
The victory against insurmontable odds. The good fight against the impossible enemy within. The struggle against complacency, boredom, self-deceit.
To fight for one’s dream means to be truly alive.
So, tell me. What’s your dream? And what are you doing to make it come true?