Dreams
>> Sunday, November 15, 2009
Dreams were so alive when we were young. The possibilities were open to us, choices - unhindered by any thought to circumstances or situation.
Then we grew older.
And they, one by one, dissipated.
But the heart cry, the yearning for something more remains still. Why?
I whole-heartedly believe that a human cannot conjure thoughts of more than already exists. Princesses, dragons, witches, warriors, magic - they all existed in some form. The belief in a destiny of greatness (perhaps, or at least a happy state), and and a possible afterlife...
Certainly it points to what is possible.
But the road is hidden.
I'm not quite sure how to get there.
Its hard.
I'll leave here. The pages of my life are still being written. I hope that when the book is finished, it will not be summarized as merely 'good'. Good = mediocre, and mediocre doesn't change anything.
2 comments:
My feelings exactly. Somehow, I feel that my capacity to dream is slowly being reduced as I age. I also feel like I am running out of time to make my life more than mediocre. Of course... I am not, but I feel like I am.
Yea...I read that in your facebook status update :P.
I have dreams, but if I said it out loud people may call me old fashioned. You know, a feeling to change the world, like being a history maker.
Remember when we left f5, we had to state what we wanted to be...I wrote history maker, but some smart alec teacher changed it to 'historian' -_-...I was the head of the english language section, like kan I know what I am writing?
Ironically, this is how it seems to be panning out now.
I suppose if we want our dreams, we have to live as we were to die for it. But unlike movies, dying in the process is possible. But at least it won't leave me with regrets.
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