Everyone has dreams - of what they want to be in life, not the creations of your brain's playtime. Trouble with dreams is they're often ambitious- no, scratch that. They ARE ambitious. They have to be, otherwise what seperates dreams from just plain goals? They're idealistic and they're usually unattainable.
Reaching your dreams must give such a sense of... euphoria. Trouble is you can spend your whole life chasing them and collapse from exhaustion before you get there. It takes guts to keep going, push yourslef that little bit harder and stretch that tiny bit further to get there.
So the question is, do you risk the fall and chase a dream or play it safe and gradually lose momentum, roll to a halt?
I want to say that I'd never give up on my dream, but I know I've already abandoned one and I doubt I have the balls to stick with another.
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
Monday, 10 May 2010
~Wishes~
If only they'd come true.
Why must we constantly dream of things that are unattainable?
It isn't joyous.
It isn't fun.
It never leads to happiness.
Wish on this, wish on that... why?
To retain hope of a better future - hope is all we have.
Why must we constantly dream of things that are unattainable?
It isn't joyous.
It isn't fun.
It never leads to happiness.
Wish on this, wish on that... why?
To retain hope of a better future - hope is all we have.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
~Dreams~
Do you ever wonder if your dreams mean something?
When I was little I used to read one of my mum's books constantly. It was just about what different things in your dreams meant - if you were being chased or if you found something, whatever.
But as I've got older there have been things in my dreams that play out similarly in my life.
One night I woke up terrified because there had been nothing in my dream except darkness and confusion and I was alone - the next day my grandfather died. My Nan later told me that without him she felt alone, like she was trapped in a pitch black box and no-one could find her. She'd just decribed a dream I hadn't told anyone about.
And last night I saw my mother in tears holding a blue book in her hands. When she was out I went into her room and found the key to my (occasional) diary on her bedside cabinet. My diary is blue. She hadn't found it but I knew she'd been in my room.
Does that ever happen to you?
When I was little I used to read one of my mum's books constantly. It was just about what different things in your dreams meant - if you were being chased or if you found something, whatever.
But as I've got older there have been things in my dreams that play out similarly in my life.
One night I woke up terrified because there had been nothing in my dream except darkness and confusion and I was alone - the next day my grandfather died. My Nan later told me that without him she felt alone, like she was trapped in a pitch black box and no-one could find her. She'd just decribed a dream I hadn't told anyone about.
And last night I saw my mother in tears holding a blue book in her hands. When she was out I went into her room and found the key to my (occasional) diary on her bedside cabinet. My diary is blue. She hadn't found it but I knew she'd been in my room.
Does that ever happen to you?
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