i am me

i don't often dream anymore.

somehow it's just too painful to do.

i used to dream.

loads.

i'd dream about my life. about how it should and would be. having that wonderful job and wonderful partner. being idealistic to the point of silliness.

dreams tend to make us that way. silly, i mean. they take us away from what we should be concentrating on. we drift on a sea of hope, of dreams. floating without an anchor, without a safety rope tied around a rock. our only concern is where we're going to land next. but what we don't see are the rocks beneath, waiting to run us aground. jarring us back into reality and sinking our dreams and hopes to the depths of the deepest abyss.

why do we dream? why do we put ourselves through this 'torture' of wishing and hoping, knowing full well that it will never come to pass? why do we set unrealistic expectations which, that when it crashes just drags us deeper down that abyss?

because...

without dreams, we will never reach.

without hope, we will never rejoice.

without expectations, we will never live.

only...

don't get carried away dreaming and hoping and expecting. because even if sometimes we get lucky, we're never lucky always.


do i dare to dream?

i don't know.