From the time I was a little girl, I’ve got a lot of dreams. No no, not the random ones that I get at night when I am running around to no where in particular and talking things that I don’t remember about. I am talking of those dreams, my ambitions. I want to write all of them, all the things that I dream of doing. As a kid I dreamed of doing millions of great things- reaching the skies, writing books, finding a cure for cancer. But when I think about all those things now, they sound foolish. What happened? Life happened! Even now I keep thinking about how things could have been and keep dreaming about my perfect world. Reality does shatter them, but I still have dreams and now I sit down to write..
I dream of doing what I want to do with my life. But what is it that I want to do? Good question, but honestly I’ve no answers. I know there is something missing, there is a broken link that needs to be fixed. But I just don’t know what to do.
I dream of reading a lot of books, a lot of books.
But then, all of the books that I own and are waiting to be read stare at me everyday. I want to read them all. But I say, no time.
I dream of seeing the world, travelling to new, beautiful places when I see the amazing pictures from the trips that some of my friends took on their trips or the very rare good pictures that I clicked on even rarer trips that I’ve taken. But then I give reasons. Running low on funds, too much effort to plan or sometimes just too tired, all I want to do is sleep! And then may be dream of going to different places.
I dream of writing a book someday, a good book which many will read and appreciate.
But it is just too much work to think of a plot or idea for a book, a lot of research to do and most importantly too many words to write and rewrite. And I can now conveniently blame it all on Writer’s block! Easy right?
I dream of being the best in something and again I don’t know what that something is. I dream of learning something new each day and creating something new each day.
But then routine gets in the way. I always think of having tomorrow to do what I want to, but when tomorrow comes, it becomes today with many more reasons.
And when I think about it, I don’t stop dreaming. I still keep thinking of all the things that I want to do. But is it enough to just dream? Shouldn’t I try to live those dreams? Or if my dreams are too big, shouldn’t I think of the tiny steps that I can take towards realizing that dream? Shouldn’t I come out of the dream land of mine and start living? May be I can start feeling happy about the fact that I could read at least a page of the book that I’m currently reading. Or may be I can congratulate myself on the poem that I just managed to write in 5 minutes. Or that walk I took in the fields just to spend time with nature. Little things matter, don’t they? My list of dreams can be endless, but can’t just keep thinking, planning and plotting about those dreams and forget to live, to breathe, to enjoy the little moments.
I dream, but I must also live!
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
– J K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
This post is inspired by the above quote which is one the prompts for Write Tribe’s Friday Reflections.
Also, linking to Daily Post’s prompt:Millions
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