We all dream of something. No matter where we are in life. We all have a sense of desire for something, wether that is within the professional sphere, the personal, or both. But when do we allow our dreams breathing room?
I’ve been a dreamer all my life. When I was little, I dreamt all day long. I didn’t care about how rational my dreams where, just how likely they where to come true. Back then, my dreams where just wonderful in themselves, they existed as a part of me and gave me fuel and courage. Not to pursue them, really, there was just something about letting this other dimension of dreams exist inside my mind that helped me not to be so worried about what went on around me.
Escapist? Perhaps, but also the source of many of the thoughts and feelings, about myself and the world, that has formed me into the person I am to day. I think the freedom I allowed my mind trough dreaming as a child has helped me step out of my own shoes, and limited experience, and made me more open minded and imaginative.
I don’t dream like I used to, though. I expect that’s just natural for a person as they grow up. But I do miss the freedom of my mind back then. I miss the way I would entertain thoughts so freely and not feel like I had to justify what went on in my own mind. I miss it, and I think that it is something valuable that I’ve lost.
That’s not to say it can’t be found again once lost. But for now, I miss it.