Following Dreams
Can you follow something which you won't let go?
Do we really dare to follow our dreams, or do we just hold them tightly to ourselves, security blankets against the cold winds of reality? What do we fear will happen if we cast them away, and give chase like the mighty hunts of old? Will our legs tire in the chase, will our eyes fail and lose sight of our imagined future, born skyward on the winds?
What do we most fear? Is it to find that our cherished illusions have not the substance needed even to be blown away like dandelion fluff? Or else is the wreck of what we have lovingly constructed too sorrowful a picture to contemplate, when that blanket is snagged and torn upon a tree?
The world tells us to both follow and cling onto our dreams. A little common sense will show that one cannot do both. A dream you cannot let go of will keep you tied in place, blindfolding yourself to reality. A dream which you cast to the wind, uncaring, is soon lost to chaos, and there you still are, in your terrible spot, with nothing against the cold.
Can we hold our dreams lightly, like a sail to carry us onward? Have we confidence enough in our creations to set them skyward like a glider? Have we the inner power to make a new dream after the inadequacy of our old is demonstrated?
Do we really dare to follow our dreams, or do we just hold them tightly to ourselves, security blankets against the cold winds of reality? What do we fear will happen if we cast them away, and give chase like the mighty hunts of old? Will our legs tire in the chase, will our eyes fail and lose sight of our imagined future, born skyward on the winds?
What do we most fear? Is it to find that our cherished illusions have not the substance needed even to be blown away like dandelion fluff? Or else is the wreck of what we have lovingly constructed too sorrowful a picture to contemplate, when that blanket is snagged and torn upon a tree?
The world tells us to both follow and cling onto our dreams. A little common sense will show that one cannot do both. A dream you cannot let go of will keep you tied in place, blindfolding yourself to reality. A dream which you cast to the wind, uncaring, is soon lost to chaos, and there you still are, in your terrible spot, with nothing against the cold.
Can we hold our dreams lightly, like a sail to carry us onward? Have we confidence enough in our creations to set them skyward like a glider? Have we the inner power to make a new dream after the inadequacy of our old is demonstrated?
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