I don't think it’s wrong to dream.
Not when I still have my feet firmly planted on the ground. I deal with life the best way I see it, I make my own choices, I live with the tears, pain, laughter and happiness that comes as a consequence. Hard knocks may have mellowed me somewhat - but I doubt that whatever obstacle I may face in life, it will make me less of a dreamer.
I've always been able to place myself where I want to be;
through my imagination, through my dreams.
I've lived different lives, in different eras, I've drunk the sweetest nectar, swallowed the bitter pill of pain… simply because I allow myself to be taken away by the power of my own mind. Away from the humdrum of ordinary life, I dream.
Sometimes I wonder how it’d be like if I were to become totally ‘down-to-Earth’, in every sense of the word. I live my life in a bubble, protected from risks, and secure in the knowledge that whatever happens, what I choose will always be the most logical option of all.
Perhaps I’ll be content, maybe even happier without something to work toward something to hopefully achieve. It could well be that I may even be less stressed, since the burden of ‘what may be’ is lifted of my shoulders.
It may be the epitome of all that’s good and proper in life, perhaps even ‘justified’, to a certain extent, but will I be happy knowing that my spirit is stifled? Will I be able to smile with the dawning of each new day, with just the tangible things in life for company? Will I be truly content living a life less ordinary? Will my senses stay calm, shackled to the predictable, proven, stable and true?
There are far too many things in life that I don’t have the answers to… but of this, I am sure: I imagine, so that I may have something to look forward to, and I dream, so that it may one day be a reality.
My imagination and my dreams -
are what set me free.