As we go through life, each and every one of us has a dream. In fact we have many, many dreams. Some are passing, dreams that take hold from day to day. Others not so, they stay with us for long periods, some are even for life.
Dreams are individual. They speak to each one of us as we wish to be spoken to; after all we own them, do we not? Based on such a concept, I would like to think that dreams are unique. I would like to believe that each one of us has a singular vision however I doubt this is the case. While it may be true that I was the only person to dream of a certain girl in school, it is by no means true that I was the only person to dream of a girl while I was in school.
There is what I can only describe as an establishment of dreams. A set of common dreams fitting in with society as we know it. We dream of wealth or fame or secret desires and the list goes on. A dream that does not fit in with this establishment must be a rare thing.
Through out time, there have been many of these rare dreams. There has to have been. Many of them will have even taken shape. Again, they have to have. Where else would we be without dreamers? Everything humans have created as begun with a dream. While the end result may not be the same as the dream, what are dreams without the struggle to attain those dreams?
Orison Swett Marden (1850-1924) was an author of motivational books at the turn of the twentieth century. He said All men who have achieved great things have been great dreamers. Without a dream, what purpose have we to go through life as anything but an automaton? Why would anyone get out of bed in the morning, why would anyone continue to live? Is there anything more motivating than a dream?
Anaïs Nin (1903 – 1977), a diarist and erotic writer wrote: Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
I have had many dreams throughout my life, were any of them unique? Looking back, no I don’t believe so. Thinking about my dreams of today, none of them are unique. This doesn’t bother me, nor should it. They are my dreams and it is up to me to follow where they lead. Like so many people I rarely do. Every time I try and move forward something stops me. That something is always me. I wonder how many people have been held back by themselves? If you were to dedicate yourself to a dream right now and go at it one hundred and ten percent, how long do you think you would stay with it?
Unique or not, my dreams are my dreams. I have no-one else to blame for my failure and no-one else to thank for my sucess. Perhaps one day my kite will soar through the air.