I realise that i have lost the ability to dream. I have forgotten how it is like to dream big. My eyes of logic and self doubts have dimmed and restricted myself from daring to dream the impossible. I have forgotten that inside me, there is someone that is capable of doing the impossible, someone that have great strength and power. I have forgotten to look inside me.
Dreams are such wonderful things. They are like the direction that guides us into achieving greater works. The initator for much bigger goals. Without dreams, life will be nothing more than the mundanes. Yikes.
It was said that when Pandora open the box, plagues, sufferings, pains and sorrow escape from it and infiltrate the world. But it was said that 'hope' escape as well. Because if not for that, we won't be where we are now. No hopes and dreams to cushion the rough edges of reality. Its the unthinkable.
But i realise that there is a fatal killer for dreams. No, its not the lack of courage to believe, or maybe the rationalisation of it. To me, it is the inability of conceptualising our dreams it into reality. I believe that there is a space between our dreams and reality. People get stumbled in that space. I fear that for myself too. To cross that bridge, its not easy. But no one says that its gonna be easy anyway. If we don't close that gap, even the biggest dreams, will not come to pass if we do nothing to it. It'll always remains in our dreams; intangible.
"All of our dreams can come true- if we have the courage to pursue them" - Walt Disney
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