These Dreams Will Be As Glass.

Posted on March 17, 2010

They come and they go, but the good ones stay with you forever.

I picture myself ruling lands, saving women, running over hills, and having terrific super powers.

At one point, or another, these images progress in my mind as I sleep.

Then the hour comes when I have to wake up. My eyes letting in the unfamiliar and unwelcome light of the sun. As well as the harsh reality of it all.

Now sleeping dreams are a different story, when it comes to living dreams. Yes, I’ve had wonderful ideas and dreams to be something different and better

And then I awake somehow. It scares me to think it can shatter so easily at times.

In a split second, when the dream matters most, when all the world hangs upon this grand dream, filled with promise and action, it snaps away.

With a flutter of a wink, and a gasp of air.

To dream so easily and beautifully and it to never be? It makes you terrified.

That maybe your life is that changeable, that flippant.

I once imagined myself as an NBA star. When I was much younger, I was all about basketball. The legend, the icon, and immense character of Michael Jordan was my idol in that world.

I was sure that I was forever going to have basketball as my life.

I didn’t know dreams could die. Or that new ones sprout out of the ashes.

Don’t get me wrong, I was a darn good basketball player at that age. My heart just stopped dreaming these grand plans for that future.

I still enjoy a good match with friends from time to time, but nothing to go up against the tenacity of a professional game. Much less, a Michael Jordan inspired one.

I think I just wanted a beautiful adventure with what I loved. Little did that boy know, it takes motivation to see dreams through to the end.

Since then, I’ve had more terrific dreams and certain loves that have taken me to different places.

Maybe all dreams aren’t suppose to be gone after, or maybe that’s just a bold face lie or excuse.

I’ve known certain people to give up on things they’ve worked so hard on. But their heart wasn’t into it.

I don’t think talents or gifts were meant to live without passion or love.

Whether it’s a sleeping dream or you’re dreaming wide awake.

No matter what subject of desire it is, I believe the level of faith and measure of understanding within you, is the reason to your restless dream filled state.

It’s up to you to sort amongst the madness, the insane (but never impossible), and new ventures in your mind.

The place that rests delicately between your eyes, and your heart that is in so much want of adventure and purpose, that begs to be understood.