Dreams

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Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Khalil Gibran

How often do you hear the phrase ‘living the dream’? While often used of those enjoying a lavish lifestyle, the idea that it is only a lucky few who can live their dream is the obvious implication. How many of us had dreams as children only to put them aside as adulthood approached? Or perhaps for some of us the need to be sensible and responsible was acquired at an early age. Life is a serious business, and accidents are lurking at every corner; we must be cautious, be sensible, plan ahead, sacrifice, save, otherwise who knows what disaster will befall?

Dreaming is dangerous, dreaming is reckless, dreaming is irresponsible. Dreaming will fritter away your future and your life. Action is the thing; sensible considered action. Stop dreaming and do! We have become so cautious we are afraid of our own dreams!

Nevertheless, dreams are dangerous. Dreams will disrupt your comfort, challenge the status quo, insist there is something better. Dreams of wealth and comfort are not dreams but escapism. True dreams disturb and disrupt. Dreams will challenge those around you. Dreams will make you restless, a traveler and a pilgrim. So dreaming is a risk, we must dare to dream.

But what is life without a dream? Where would we be without the dreamers, the poets, the artists? Surely everyone has a dream, perhaps forgotten or buried but a dream nevertheless! What if your dream was not foolishness but a signpost to your future? Some sacrifice their dreams to a higher cause, to serve the purposes of their God instead. But what if your ability to dream is from God? What if your dream is part of a bigger dream, of The Dream from which the whole universe flows?

Yet dreams are fragile things. Dreams must be nurtured and fed. Dreams can be injured and even killed. Dreams can be crushed or starved into a mere shadow. But dreams can also be revived. Even dead dreams can live. So feed your dreams, nurture them, feed them, water them; think them, speak them, pray them.

And practically, find someone who shares your dream, talk and walk your dreams with them. Together you can live your dreams.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats 1899
(He wishes for the clothes of heaven)

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