What makes sharing dreams so hard?
Is it that ethereal, fanciful beauty that makes them so hard to grasp, renders them impossible to force into a stolid mold of practicality? Is it that, by voicing them, I am now responsible to succeed?
Or could it be that they are just simply too dear – that by revealing my deepest, fondest dreams, I am actually revealing myself? Whatever the case, dream-sharing is difficult.
Which makes finding those fellow dream-sharers that much more precious.
This past year, hidden amongst the nay sayers, I have found those precious few, “of the race who knows Joseph” (if you know that phrase, you are) who not only support my dreams, but whose eyes widen with a shared passion. Words tripping over each other in breathless excitement, we give ourselves over to weaving airy fancies, discussing practical steps, and reveling in the shared ecstasy of dreaming aloud.
These are the people who, instead of quirking an eyebrow at the declaration of “I want to be a writer,” say, “That’s so cool. I always wanted to do that, but was never brave enough.”
These are the people who don’t mumble, “Guess you don’t really want a job then,” but instead give solid advice on the publishing process and the quirks of editing.
These are the people who fuel dreams – Godsends, in the truest sense of the word. Even better, these are the people who ground your dreams, and who temper their flights of fancy with Godly counsel.
They are the ones who replace the word “dreams” with a much scarier word…
That’s scary, isn’t it? Goals…that speaks of decision making. Risking failure.
But here’s the main difference – goals are tangible. Dreams are not.
Here’s to the dreamers…
But my deepest respect goes to the dreamers whose dreams are made to come true.