to dream

I LIVED YOUR DREAM

BUT IT WAS NOT MINE

ALL THOSE STOLEN FEELINGS

NO MEANING

NOR DIVINE

Why is it so common that with age your dreams tend to be smaller than before, and everyday life problems get exponentially bigger? Can you even remember the last time you were asked about your personal dreams? I realised that most of mine have their origin in my childhood and teenage years. I was obsessed with reading books when I was thirteen, so no wonder I came up with the glorious idea of writing a book myself… look at me now. I played video games where I climbed Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore and roamed through breath-taking Florence. A decade later I moved to Italy and spent a year there to soak in that exact same energy (just without the climbing part). When I reflect on the moments I felt most alive, my mum plays a big role in them. She danced whenever there was a catchy song on the radio and made me smile watching her ridiculous moves. She always grabbed my hands to join her. So, I guess the idea of joining local dance floors was planted a long time ago, but it wasn’t until three years ago that I finally found my rhythm. What’s with you? Still contemplating about your dream? I would say start on figuring out what genuinely excites and interests you – whether that be a hobby, a desire or some of your treasured moments. Which dreams do I have right now you might ask? Right now, there are none, I am absolutely blank because my younger self stopped giving me inspiration. When I think about it, back then we were naive enough to not care about the steps that needed to be taken and how irrational our ideas sounded, they were pure, raw, and unique. With time I learnt that not everybody needs a dream, and it is definitely not a universal requirement for leading a fulfilling life. I envy people who build themselves a grand dream for their future as much as the ones who explore life in a relaxed way, just as it is and as it comes. Besides joy or gratitude, the strongest feeling that consumes me with dreams is that sense of fulfilment. That is also the reason I actively choose to have one. And every once in a while, a lived dream leaves me with a feeling of completeness, even if my life is far from being complete. The catch of the whole thing though is that it must be your personal dream. Stolen, promised, or borrowed dreams are all like pandora’s box. You might be happy in the beginning, but after a while you realise it is not what you wished for. Simply put, not worth it. If you have no dream, beautiful. If you want one, no need to copy, you are able to come up with your own special one, trust me!