What Price Dreaming or Is It Worth It?

Too little too late. I've heard that phrase a lot in my life. But when it comes to dreaming with a capital D, keeping my integrity, faith in my fellow human beings, I don't believe it's Too Little or Too Late. I believe it's important to keep trying, to do those little things that add up to an eventual overall goal or outcome.

Considering that I've worked with a wide variety of people in my life, some may appear at first glance to be less than competent at their work or their social interactions. Yet in every one of them their lies a passion to do something that they are called to do. It could be to build a canoe, help feed hungry children, knit sweaters for premature babies or go on vacation to a distant land. It matters that we have dreams and passions as they drive us forward, giving us goals to aim for in a wide sea of possibilities.

Negativity can creep in and drown out the sound of our dreams calling us. The sound of our heart's longing can be smothered fear, anxiety or simple being stubborn toward change. Our ego asks us, or at time demands that we not hear what's echoing in our heart, what's waiting for us to flourish and prosper.

I have heard that call, it has come to me many times in my life. Write the book, paint the picture, help the neighbour, hug the kid, cry, laugh or both with the husband. Call my parents, call my sister, find time to volunteer more or find grateful moments daily. Dreaming is free, as Deborah Harry, Blondie's front goddess, sang once not long ago. I'll take my free time and in between time to dream more, complain less and find new ways of enjoying what I've got and the best ways I can use it. Dream a little dream of...you get to fill in the rest, if you dare.