Dreaming

There use to be a time when our fantasies were just one in the same to us as reality. Happily ever afters were not just not trapped onto the pages of fairytales as ink, but were foretelling what we would one day experience. A fat man in red squeezing through a chimney to deliver a little something for us when we awoken was plausible. Oh, and that fairy that went under our pillows to exchange money for a tooth was not just a myth. Making a wish upon the first flickering light we witnessed up above in the sky after the city was covered in a blanket of darkness was something we believed in, just as there was truth in how the ‘Boogie Man’ stayed hidden at the bottom of your bed only to come out just when you were about to close your eyes while saying goodnight to the world.

Somewhere along the way of blowing candles on a cake year after year as Summer became Winter back to Summer again, we began to stop believing in the things we dreamed as reality seemed to settle in. As time sneaked from behind our backs to age us, our past day dreams becomes preposterous to us as we laugh moronically at the immaturity and naivety we once possessed. And eventually, we stop dreaming as we forbid the silliness of it, instead basing our life only off actuality. We begin lowering expectations of the greatness we can achieve and of finding happiness not contaminated with problems in fear of disappointment..for in real life, such dreams can not possibly come true, right? In the midst of learning how reality has heartbreak, war, failure and turmoil that words alone cannot describe…there are times when the flashback of our innocent youth strikes our minds, and we begin to miss the lives we use to live, where our dreams kept problems non- existent.

To some of us, it would be equal stupidity go back to times where we were dreaming of impossibilities for it would only lead to insanity. Interventions to go get help would occur if a grown person still believed in the jolly old man called Mr.Claus or was still scared of the monsters in their closet.

But the whole point of this is not to tell you have the same dreams you had as a kid, but that there is nothing wrong with dreaming as big as we did as a child. There’s a reason why a lot of us miss and treasure our childhood so much, because the world seemed that much easier…and I can’t help but think that it was so much easier because we didn’t let reality turn our world upside down. Dream to be anything you want to be. Dream to still have that happily ever after. Dream that everything will be alright when it doesn’t seem like it will be. All those dreams may not come true, but to have hope that they do fights back the tragedy that’s intermingled with reality….and sometimes, our dreams do come true. So keep on dreaming.

Author: Aadambautistaa