To All the Wonderful Dreamers… Dream On
A journey through imagination and reflection…
“If you can dream it, you can do it” — Walt Disney
I was often referred to as a dreamer when I was in school. I took it as a compliment and carried on dreaming, but it was meant to inspire me to listen and work harder. I wasn’t interested in math or algebra, which I probably would never use. I was interested in the beauty of words in a book.
I would lay my head on the desk and dream up poems or stories. I would imagine an extraordinary world of make believe. My teachers, as well as my parents, said I would get nowhere.
But I kept on dreaming.
I dreamed of falling in love, and first kisses, of a skipping heartbeat, butterflies in my stomach and that wonderful sensation of a new, exciting future.
I still spare a tiny thought for the one who got away and is still safely tucked in a little corner of my heart.
What might have happened if…?
Dreams are my past and future. I want to wrap my dreams in the softest tissue paper and fold them neatly to store in my heart, for the rough times to come. Because they undoubtedly will. When old(er) age and weariness take over, they will be my comfort.
