To dream again
It seems that we live in a time of broad indignity. It is not so much suffering that is our misery, but rather the disdain we endure, the constant disregard the universe holds for our dreams.
People tell you to follow your dreams but they don't mean it. Nobody wants your dream to come true, least of all those closest to you. Life is so often an abandonment of dreams, and, eventually, a renunciation of the very concept. When you're dream still lives, it highlights, mocks, the long dead dreams of those who guide you. Dreaming is defiant, mad, foolish, like falling in love.
Most of the time, they don’t come true all once. They gradually come true over a long period of effort and sacrifice. So you dont always know where you stand, and whether you can finally sing your song. Sometimes, it's not that your dream came true all at once, it's that you suddenly realised it came true, in one shining enlightenment. Caterpillars grow gradually into butterflies, but there is one glorious moment when they take flight for the first time, and then they know.
I believe in dreams. Everything else in my life is made up, but my dreams are real.
