To stop dreaming, is to stop living. As we grow older, we forget what
it is like to have hopes and dreams. We get so caught up in the day to day
consistency of life that we forget just how beautiful life can really be.
As children, we dreamed to be just about anything. We dreamed of
being ballerinas, super heroes, ect. Now, we just accept what life has dealt
us never once hoping or dreaming. May be because we
don't believe it is achievable or our mind is so clouded with the self doubt
we have been taught as children. Don't do this, that isn't possible, you won't
be happy that way. Why did we stop listening to that little voice inside of us
that told us we were fearless, we could do anything and why did we start
listening to the people who doubted our success all along?
As a child I was always told money made the world go around. I wouldn't
be happy being average or less. I beg to differ. As a child I was given
everything material I could want. If money could buy it, and it wasn't too
ridiculous it was mine. I think there was always something missing though.
I never remember my parents just being silly, or playing with me. I would
tell my dad that I would be happy as long as I had my own family. We could live
in a cardboard box and I would be happy. My dad would argue with me and say
I wouldn't be happy without money. I am glad to see that I was right. My dream came
true. I have been blessed with an amazing husband and a beautiful daughter.
We don't have a lot of material things but we have more love than I can imagine.
They both turned me into somebody loved.
My husband is probably one of the most unique people I have ever met. He
has never forgotten what it means to dream. In his mind I don't think age
exists but being does. He has so many ideas that are floating around his head,
I think sometimes it is too hard for him to catch every single one of them.
He lives in a world that he has created, filled with creativeness, love, hope,
faith, determination and so many other things. He is a beautiful person in and out.
In a lot of ways he is child like but I only think that means he is full of life
and in touch with some part of the world most people don't understand. He is kind and
carefree and that is just one of the many reasons I fell in love with him.
My daughter has the sweetest soul of any human being I have ever met. In her eyes, all I
see is pure love. She loves playing and being silly. No matter how crazy I act,
she doesn't judge. She laughs and starts doing the same thing. No matter how sad or
blue I feel, I look at her and I just know everything will be okay. God has sent
me the sweetest angel he had. I can't say I deserved it but I needed it.
She restored my faith in humanity. She made me understand a whole different
kind of love. She helped me also understand a lot of things in my life,
that didn't always make sense.
These two people have taught me how important a dream was. As a child, I dreamed
for them and of them. I knew they would prove my dad wrong, he may not
see it but I do. I am not the richest person as far as money and materials things go
but I am so rich in love and in dreams. I always dream of having a farm
with my family. In my dream I can smell the dirt, and I can feel it too.
I can see miles and miles of plants, and flowers. I can see all of the animals and
I can see the cottage that is on that farm. Through the window, I can see
my daughter playing and my husband writing. The idea isn't conceivable right now
but I like to think it will be one day. My dreaming only makes me feel younger
and more in touch with the world. It may never happen but I won't loose hope.
I didn't always know if I would get the perfect family because I was told
it wasn't what I should wish for but wish I did. I am happy because I did dream,
and dreaming brought me to them. I didn't get content with life. I dreamed, sought out,
and did whatever it took. So, I guess what I am trying to say is. Don't get
content with life. Dream. Dreaming makes you younger in spirit, and is shakes things up a little.
I think we all need that.
