true luck

Many times we like to believe things of ourselves, no matter how seemingly far from reality. Some of us believe we are artists at heart, that we can create beautiful things out of our own experiences. Some pretend to be writers, clack-clack-clacking along our keyboards, just waiting for someone to discover how wonderfully we can interpret the world. Even with the clothes we wear we have the ability to transform ourselves into characters of our choosing. From Shakespeare we quote, all the world's a stage, and we all, players. Maybe it is, in fact, "as you like it."

Reality, of course, is rarely as dramatic. Most of us go through our day to day activities - writing up reports instead of poetry, drawing graphs instead of landscapes. In our minds we travel the world and are princes and princesses of our own fairy tales, but how often have you heard of people really living their dream lives? The people who break out of the mould are the people we applaud. I like to believe that we revere them not only because of their talents, but because we see something we want to find in ourselves - courage, and that thirst for a life that is truly owned. 

On the other hand, perhaps it is the human flaw - never being where we want to be, no matter where or what it is we are. People who live in Norway wish they lived in Hawaii, the ones who live in Hawaii want to live in New York, those in the Philippines wish they lived somewhere else - oh, our race gives new meaning to the words "anywhere but here." Of course, there are those who are happy right where they are. But I find that, more often than not, this is a moment rather than a constant - fleeting and arbitrary.

Sometimes it gets depressing - wanting to be but not being, never being, but dreaming instead. How much of life is allocated for dreaming anyway? Is there a quota, or a limit where we say "enough is enough"? We pity those who dream their lives away, but imagine someone who has never dreamt. The extremes are almost always never the answer.

So when we aren't living out the life we want - is it alright to go on wishing?

People say it's the journey and not the destination, and I agree, I agree. And lucky are we who find that someone out there who believes in our dreams - that person who will click open the umbrella when we say "today I want to believe that it's pouring" though there isn't a drop of rain in sight. Maybe it's because our dreams are the true windows to who we are. And when someone loves our dreams, we know for sure that they love us, too - "us" being the human beings who will always be dreaming the silly dreams, that may or may not come true.

Maybe it isn't when our dreams come true that we are happiest. Maybe it's when we truly believe in them, and find that there are others who believe with us, that we find the reason why we have dreams in the first place.