Somewhere between childhood and getting our first con-ed bills, I think we become afraid to dream.
At least that big, wide open spaces type dreaming we did when we were in kindergarten. We stop thinking about the thing we said we wanted to be when we grew up, we stop thinking the times we won at MASH will count as real life capital. We stop thinking that we will be what we dreamt. That dream is gone, it seems to fade out of the realm of the realistic.
Sure, there is hard work, there is that practical side to the crazy loves we thought we’d have, there are very real things that ground us and should. There’s a need for mapping out our finances, our career paths, all of those plans help guide us along. But in all of our planning, where is there time for dreaming?
A few weeks back, I got to spend some time with my godson. He’s a lanky, 4-year-old with a mischievous smile and curious eyes just like his mother. At church he had slept through the sermon and miraculously “woke up” when the organ began to play for the benediction.
Using one big bright blink to open up his eyes and then mid dramatic yawn said, “Woo, Aunty Leslie! I was dreaming a big long dream!”
Though he is only an inch or two above knee level, that little boy has a lesson for us all. While we may all feel we’ve woken up into adulthood, there is still some value in keeping our big long dreams going. Sometimes it feels like an uphill battle, but I truly believe the best things come to those who fight to stay asleep with the things that make them feel most alive.
Today, ask yourself the question: what would you do if you knew you could not fail? In the midst of it all choose to be unafraid to cling to dreaming.