Holding tight to the dreamer inside of you!
I am a dreamer. It is not something that I believe just cause my mom told me: even I know, from the bottom of my heart, that I am one. I cry when I watch Beauty and the Beast, I have this habit of befriending all strangers I meet, I have this perfect peaceful society in my head, and I feel for anyone and everyone: regardless of what has transpired. Hence, according to many observers, it has been concluded that I live in a dream world. But what is interesting is the reaction I get when I say this to people.
In a nutshell, I think there are two kinds of reactions.
- The first kind: they look at me like I am trying to be adorable. A 24.5 year old giant potato, but still adorable.
- The second kind: they look at me like I am mad. Total crazy (like I will vote for the Rajapaksa’s in 10–15 years). No saving. Like my 24.5 year old self needs to step out of the dream world and embrace the hardships of life.
But here is the thing about being a dreamer. You can be an illogical, nonsensical dreamer. Or you can be a not-stupid, sensible dreamer. And if I may say so myself, I think I am the latter (or at least I should hope so).
I can have sky high dreams, so much of hope for the human kind, and unwavering loyalty towards everyone I meet, but I also still can understand the man-made wars that kill hundreds of thousands of people, the petty reasoning behind the crimes that destroy and disrupt human lives, and the hardships of the general public. It is just that, my world is not all black.
Being a dreamer is fun. I can hit rock bottom, but I can and will still think about my dream house in green Switzerland. I can and will still think about taking my mom to see the Opera House in Sydney. I can and will still think about a friends reunion 10 years down the road. I can and will still think about the good things a stranger once told me a long long time ago. And despite hitting rock bottom, I will not loose hope: because my dreamer-self has so much more to look forward to.
Ergo, if you are a dreamer, hold tight to your dreams. After all, it is not just for the mental satisfaction. Who knows, the world you dream of might just come true, soon. After all, God has crazy plans and He knows best.
Plus, my dreamer has survived both sibling pressure and peer pressure. So, if my dreamer can survive all this time, who is to say that yours can't?
