Dreaming with your eyes open

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Dreams are strange things, what one person dreams of is not necessarily what another does. What we hold dear, what we wish for is unique to us. More sunshine, that new job, that boys/girls attention, that new gadget, work for ourselves, that new house, to travel more, to worry less – it’s all unique to us as singular people.
Dreams are strange things because they only exist in our minds. They are not, at the dreaming stage, real. Yet we know them inside out, we know how they feel, how they make us feel. Spurred on by that desire of feeling, that state of accomplishment or joy, we push on to achieve them. We set goals, we take notes, we keep tabs and every so often we lift our heads from the daily grind to see how close we are.
Some people don’t share their dreams, instead they keep them well hidden, well wrapped up and well away from prying eyes. Will these dreams come true? I fear not. I’m a big believer in something needing to be spoken to become a real thing. Dreams, while not being real as such, need life behind them. How many untold dreams are there out there today? Bustling around people’s heads? How many lines of hopes and wishes stay unspoken on people’s lips?
I’m sure it’s more than the spoken ones, the ones happening, becoming something.
Bold people, and I know a fair amount, dream with their eyes open. They have guts, determination and drive. They might be the ones you dismiss, laugh at or think weird. But they are the ones to watch because they make things happen. You’ll recognise yourself here if that’s you, or you’ll immediately think of someone. Someone you admire, someone you disilke because they always seem so damn happy. Thing is, everyone is capable, everyone has the choice. Everyone can make the changes to make their dreams come true. It is never too late, you’re never too far away from the path you want to be on. I think I’m a good candidate for trial against adversity. At the end of the day I’m just one little person, just a girl, a dreamer, a hard worker.
I have never made a secret of my dreams and aspirations. But lately I’ve been cautious of chasing a dream and not living it. Conscious of always chasing something. Being watchful of what i’m thinking because if I’m always thinking of the chase, I’m not focussed on the accomplishment and always seemingly in a flux of movement. This is a knack I guess, something you learn then unlearn as you’re so used to looking forward, you don’t often look into the here and now. Occasionally I avert my gaze and listen to the noise I have created around me and think back to where I was last year, the year before and the year before that. Checking off my bucket list as I go.
Lately I’m trying to make that habit. This contented recce of my whereabouts. Let my hair down a little and smell the roses. And if I was thinking of the Sopranos, which I’m not, I’m on a hiatus, I’d light a cigar, like Tony, and smile. It’s all looking very good. (Managed not to swear!)

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2 Comments

  1. One of my favourite ever quotes – All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.

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