Dreams
they are our belief in the future
a belief that we have a part in the future
that we can shape our part of the future
that we can decide our destiny
that we can make our dreams into our destiny.
Dreams
they give us a purpose
we make them our purpose
to chase after this life long goal
to pursue this passionate desire
one that was bred from childhood wonders
one that was bred from teenage rebellion
one that was bred from adulthood sensibilities
one that was bred from midlife discontentment
one that was bred from waning years un-fulfillment
one that was bred from our fore fathers’ “American Dream”
And so we hunt down that purpose, desire, goal
to capture the happiness, fulfillment, success
that we projected on to it.
Dreams
they give us a reason to wake up in the morning
we make them a reason to wake up in the morning
that each day we are getting closer to the prize
when the days are tough
when there seems to be no end to the darkness
the dream is something to look to
somewhere that becomes a safe place
something where all of life’s troubles will be cleared away
something where all of life’s joys will be there
they become a magical fantasy of the mind.
Dreams
if we only
work harder
jump higher
run faster
sing louder
reach further
chase longer
want greater
we could attain them,
this is the lie they tell us
this the lie we tell ourselves
that more will be enough.
Dreams
we put our best into them
best years
best choices
best actions
best energy
best passions
best everything
and they take them.
Yet they are of our own creation
we made them
we make them into something more than dreams
more that goals
more than desires
we make them into illusions of colossal vitality
unattainable to any human hands
and we know this
but we still keep on trying
because
we like to believe
in false hopes
because they give us hope.
And today we will dream
and tomorrow we will dream
because we believe in hope.
In response to Jay Gatsby’s creative passion for hope and dreams in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s book The Great Gatsby.
Note: Dreams and goals are good but when they become an obsession-like idol of perfection they cease to be dreams at all.
beautiful. Life without hope is…. hopeless. Dreams are a wonderful escape.
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…..dreaming of you….. sorry – you are right I shouldn’t always be dreaming about perfection : )
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