Sunday 30 October 2011

A Dream a Day Keeps the Dreamer Awake

“Dreams are necessary to life.” “We want to make dreams come true.” “Dreams will come true if you just believe.” “Our dreams can come true if we have courage to pursue them.”
            How many more quotes must I read before I finally feel good about myself, before the theme “dreams come true” gets etched into my brain for all eternity? How many more before I’m stuck with this so-called perfection, a cage so tight that it’s impossible to escape?
            I often find myself musing over this question.
            One has to be careful if one wants to live life joyfully. Is that not right? It has to be. Nobody likes pain or hurt, nobody likes suffering. Dreamers are idealists in every sense of the word, and they make up these perfect visions of what they want, often losing sleep over it.
            I know that what I’m saying is true, or else I couldn’t call myself a dreamer. Yet I often want to stop the dreaming, the ambition, the mind-set goals. What is the point if I can never achieve any of them?
            In my mind, I can have the perfect romantic scene with somebody I truly love, set in a specific place, with a specific song playing in the background. Or I could be working my dream job, smiling at coworkers as we all merrily get along.
            No.
            I must take all of those dreams and toss them aside before they hurt me, before they don’t come true. Dreams can be sought after, crafted to its greatest peak as Gatsby once did to Daisy… But is that dream really real when it’s already been imagined in somebody’s mind?
            Nobody can tell the future. Dreams are not the future. They’re simply what the dreamer wants the future to be, but there has not been a single time where the dream has come true the way the dreamer wanted it.
            Perhaps it’s worse. Perhaps it’s better.
            I can’t ever say.
            But dreams haunt everybody. They give people a reason to strive forward and a reason to fall.
            Is it fair that they have so much potential, yet they can be the cause for the greatest hurt?
            Are dreams worth staying up all night? And, are they worth crying over?
            Because there is a single truth that can be meshed up from all of this, and that is that dreams are not real.

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