“Dreaming is my Birth Right”. We all think about a time to dream, to let go free, to explore the inner world, to cross the delicate line between the outer world, me and inner world. I think about myself as an ever thickening wall between the outer world and inner world… a wall that grows so thick and high that it seems impossible for me to look deep into myself. More work, more goals, more responsibility, more races to be run and won. It's a good fate—to have a world of work still waiting. But those of us in the human race—did not mean to graduate from the College of Hard Work or the Department of Achievement and Ambition. We weren't even studying at the College of Good Deeds and Better Intentions. We were dreamers—that's what we are meant to be. I am a dreamer. I dream about the future than the history of the past. As Virginia Woolf puts it, “Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.”
The Sun of Dawn, The Moon of Dusk, The Joy of doing nothing, The Flaps of a Butterfly, The Water of the Mountains, The Fruits of the Land, The Sweat in my face… That’s it. There is a different system of reward in my Dream World. In my Dream World, there is a rule. I shall never be again what I was.
Maybe the reason my generation broods so much about life is that we're beset with achievement. It's not the worst obsession around, but it does have its downside, and it works perilously against that original birthright of dreaminess I thought it was my vocation when I wanted to give my life to reading, travelling etc. We are a bit dream-deprived, it seems to me, preoccupied now with what we've done so far, what we haven't done, what it's still possible to do.
I simply love to loaf around and invite my soul in being with myself. I simply love to sit and stare at my world, in other words, to waste the day, at least a little bit of it to get recharged with a deep longing within myself to act for the most authentic, unguarded self of mine. I daydream. While I daydream, I place myself with my best imagining of my world.
What is this concept of the Real World? The Real World, it seems, lies within us, not somewhere just beyond our college where we prepare for "real life." I don’t have any advices to give, I just wish. Some good wishes, some real wishes, some hard wishes etc.
I have had dreams. I have had nightmares. But my dreams allow me to overcome my nightmares. However, the most pessimistic side of us comes alive when we try to convert the dreams into reality. When we dream alone without any commitment, it shall stay just as a dream. However, when we dream with others, it becomes reality. Dreams are a way of planning because dreams let us think about different possibilities. If you think that a little dreaming is dangerous, escape by dreaming more, dream all the time. However, I wonder if I can.
I don’t know what I am saying. But, I “sort” of know what I am saying. That is why I am kind of seduced by my dreams, my thoughts, my words. This is the language of my dreams. That is the beauty of dreams. It is never clear but that allows me to discover varying definitions and thoughts every time I think about them.
The words that I have written above arose from the thoughts that arose from some couple of minutes of listening to my heart and soul, free from any other interference during the darkest hours of a night, before the break of dawn.
I cannot think about a better line to conclude than the lyrics of John Lennon of the Beatles in “Imagine”- “Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will live as one.”
