If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it. –William Arthur Ward
It was the way you said, “dreams are for people who love life” that made me think dreams could be an extension of your inner self. Sometimes, your most ardent desire is manifested in your dreams. Sometimes, your mind is pregnant with lovely thoughts that remain just that – thoughts. Sometimes, you come to a point where you choose to ignore what is in your mind because you don’t want to acknowledge it. You dream awake and your mind wanders. Ah, the beauty of going back to old dreams.
We used to have this segment at our Catholic site page called Hot Seat. When you are on it, every member can ask questions about you – your life, what you believe in, but nothing too personal though. Someone asked who influenced me in writing. Oh well, I’ve kept a journal since I was in college, pouring my heart out on paper. I don’t know why but back in those times, it was so easy for me to write about my journey. Sometimes I wonder, when you are lonely and alone, you could write about so many things, you could weave dreams to your heart’s desires. When you are hurting, it is easier to describe how you feel than when you are happy and satisfied with your life. And why is that, you ask? Because you feel the pain so much more than the joys. Joys are fleeting burst of inspirations at times while the pain you feel come and go but never really leaves. It’s there, throbbing like a tight knot in your heart.
It’s never too late to dream of something that would lift up your soul. It’s never too late to weave dreams again and make it a reality. Who says you can’t write about your journey towards happiness? Who says you can’t share the times you felt so low but still can smile? We must treasure moments like these, those times when an old dream emerges as something new, dressed in hope and faith, a promise of a new day.
Dreams And Escapes 