I recently got a rather unpleasant awakening of the unpleasant reality of dreams. I went about in pursuit of a particular dream I’ve had for as long as I can remember. It often seems so easy when in the moment of that fantasy that you place in your head, where you see the dream come true and the immeasurable pleasure one gets in the hope that it will come true.
The unpleasant reality of the blissful dream is that it does not come easy. There is immense difference from reality and the actual fantasy, and that is the hard work that comes with achieving the dream. I’m probably a hopeless dreamer, with a “dreams come true attitude.” But it’s important to realise that, with the dreams, come the responsibility of hard work, to make them come true. Be it a dream job, a dream house, a dream partner, I could go on, but the fact is, these remain dreams unless we do something about them.
And while we may be aware of the hard work bit, there’s that little part of being knocked down while on your way to achieving your dream. Now this is the other unpleasant reality of the dream, which at this stage brings nothing but discouragement. The irony here is, if the dream is strong, realistic and powerful enough, we always find a way. I once read a book and it said, “We live on dreams. Of course we would shrivel to dried weeds without them; they nourish us and keep us in harmony, with the universe itself a web of dreams. Awake and asleep, we dream. We merge with the ages to become what was and what will be. We strive to become the invisible future.”
I quickly realised, our strength lies in the depth of our dreams. They give us hope, they build our future, and they carry us through our darkest times. As I write this, I find renewed hope, and the will becomes even stronger, and I promise myself, however long it takes, I will work on the dream until I make it a reality, my sanity depends on it.
- By Fred-Arthur Fish