We all dream big. Some say the biggest dreams come when you’re young, before the taint of impossibility seeps in through your culture, like osmosis. Others fain to suggest that age and maturity are the critical ingredients in a melange of imagination’s magic potion.
But some dreams are huge. So big that even if you’re the best musician you know, so good that even though playing your neighbor Ludwig Beethoven’s latest throw away piece is the best gig you can get in the 1700s, you’ll never be as good at it as Ludwig. Feel free to substitute your own vocation and heroic ideal here. Let that ruminate for a bit.
Now that dream is crushed. There’s not really a coming back from that, is there? So now what? Roll up your sleeves and give it the old college try? Regardless of how many stereotypes, misinterpretations, misconstruings, and all around minimization and dehumanization, are bound up in that statement, what would you do at that point?
It makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Just a little, right? When you’re standing in the middle of the desert and someone is drawing a line in the sand, asking you to permanently choose one side or the other. An eternal moment kind of question, and one not be answered lightly or in any kind of calm whispered albeit insistent voice. In an instant the whole world can change. We are infinitely more impermanent than that. In so many different ways.
We all need some serious improvement if we’re going to make it. And I just don’t mean me and mine, a handful of people, or maybe those a lot like me. I mean everybody. This doesn’t work without all y’all.
Make your life worth dreaming for. No time like the present.
05 APR 25
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