Dream a little dream

dreams-can-come-trueToday I want to talk a little bit about dreams. I know it’s a little bit off topic but I am a narcisstic blogger who likes to think I am both wise and interesting (and therefore surely neither).

But I digress.

Dreams. A lot of genuinely wise people have a lot to say about their potency. Martin Luther King had a dream that was the precursor to Barack Obama’s presidency. The Lumiere Brothers dreamt of moving pictures when the Wright brothers were dreaming of flight. Combined, these two dreams have made an enormous difference to the way we see the world.

Sometimes – and I think this is normal – we all start to doubt ourselves. Maybe our dreams are futile; frivolous? Maybe we should just knuckle down and accept that we are just mindless cogs in an economic wheel, born to fill our days with meaningless, income-generating activity?

This thought fills me with a sense of blank despair – I don’t want to live that way.

So I choose dreams. Crazy, wild, half-assed schemes that probably won’t work but dammit, I am going to give them a go.

There is nothing scarier to me than a life lived timidly.

Here is what Ezra Pound had to say about it:

‘And the days are not full enough

And the nights are not full enough

And life slips by like a field mouse

Not shaking the grass.’

Tell me, my lovelies, what do you dream of doing? Climbing Kilimanjaro? Writing a novel? Getting a tattoo? Share your dreams because the process of writing them down is the start of committing to them!

2 comments on “Dream a little dream

  1. Definitely writing a novel. Or more specifically a non-cringeworthy novel. Wrote a few things in my younger years but they are so painful to read now. Just need more time…

  2. I have to say that I dream of traveling to every country in the world – and of meeting people everywhere I go … In my dream I’ve somehow gotten past my self-awareness (the self-awareness that wants to tick things off and move on – the self-importance perhaps) and I’m able to just be in each place, with each person, and soak it all up without wondering what I’m doing.

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