Life without dreams is a difficult proposition to imagine. As far as we can go back, flashes of different dreams will run before our eyes.
A childhood fantasy, which widened those innocent eyes, was still a dream. A greedy desire that holds our conscience today is nothing but a dream.
It is fun to look back sometimes and just wonder how dreams change as we grow up.
Anything that catches our fancy as a child is the greatest thing on planet. We dream of becoming pilot, then of becoming a lorry driver and much more. Every day brings a new fascination and new little dream. Those colors are so momentary yet so beautiful. Those dreams are very secular. A butterfly will be our attraction today; tomorrow a worm will be the most amazing thing in life. There is no discrimination, no differentiation.
Just as we become aware of the world around, things become different. It does not take long to realize that a butterfly is for me and worm is for others. It does not really take long to narrow down on our fancies and fascinations.
Just as life becomes harder to live, dreams become a little bit ruthless with an attachment of returns enclosed with it.
I do not intend to demean our adulthood dreams, as they are source of what we might become. It is just that the way we dream changes. It makes me curious about this phenomenon.
I know daydreaming is nothing but a slightly foolish exercise. However, as a dreamy person who keeps dreaming ridiculous things all the time just few questions stand before me. Is it really that difficult to widen these two eyes once in a while and be fool a again? Is it that difficult to take break from all the realities and float in clouds once in a while?