Dream a dream
What is this life if you don't have a dream, a vision of yourself replayed in your mind over and over again, a possibility too grand to be revealed, too dear to be expressed? In that moment just before slumber slowly smokes out consciousness from your restless mind, what is it that you think of? What is it that brings a smile to your lips in the darkness, and a joy in your lonely heart?
Dreams may seem weak, fragile, transient. The realists deem them to be idle fantasies of foolishness. Little do they realize that the world they live in, the world they insist cannot be changed, the world they constantly try to adapt themselves to, is, and has always been, shaped by dreamers.
It was a dreamer who first thought of freedom, and it was a dreamer who thought of justice. A dreamer is to be thanked for fire, and for every single invention and discovery since.
Remember when you were a little kid and had a million wishes and thousands of grand ambitions? Nothing was too ridiculous, nothing was out of reach. So does growing up mean you have to cast them all aside? Settle for an ordinary job and lead an ordinary life?
They tell you you're doing great, that you're better off than most, that you've everything you need to be happy, that you should have no reason to complain. But why do you need to be convinced of these things? Why don't you feel it yourself? Why do you need to keep looking at your life the way they see it, count your blessings again and again and try to dispel that creeping unbidden sense of frustration?
It is because you desire to play it safe, to not make a fool of yourself, and to avoid defeat even if it means you'll never have a chance to win. Then one day you'll realize that it didn't matter if you won or lost, but that you were playing the game you loved.
So, dream a dream tonight and smile a secret smile. But more importantly, for all your future days, hold the dream in your mind, and hide the smile in your heart.