It is a struggle to wake up every morning, and to live the life of a stranger. It is astounding how difficult it is to become the person you were meant to be all along.
Living is tough. It is not for the faint of heart.
Life is painful, because somewhere along the way you decided to listen to the sneering voices that were not your own. Over time, those relentless negative waves of thought, became your own, and the storm of discontent drove you off course.
Somewhere along your path, you learned that you can’t. We were taught that things are impossible. We were told that we are fat, ugly, and stupid. We learned that we are too young, too old, too shy, or just too bitchy. (for those of you that are too bitchy, you should quit that).
Many of us continue to heed those voices. We refuse to sing our song but continue to hum the Impossible Dream.
When are we going to wake up and stop waging war against windmills?
When most people speak of dreams, they speak of fantasies. They imagine themselves doing or being someone else, having no real intention of becoming someone they are not.
They are afraid to leap into possibilities.
They are afraid of change.
Their body language and the very words they use, exposes their fantasies and lack of intent, and keeps them a prisoner of some day.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow. They continuously live for, and pray for tomorrow. They have become the poor player who struts her stuff upon the stage, and in the end, while making a lot of noise, signifies absolutely nothing.
People of fantasy don’t dare to dream, because dreams will set you apart from everyone else. For a time, your dreams will make you feel alone and uncertain. For a time, you will wish desperately to go back, and cling to your old comfortable life.
Dreamers have the courage to stand up against the cacophony of voices that have beaten them down for years. Dreamers dare to spring into action and willing to fist fight the nastiest of voices. The pestilent voices, dwelling deep inside your own conscious and unconscious minds.
I can’t. Won’t. Tomorrow. Not me. Oh no. Next time. Let’s get together. That’s a good idea. If only I had time. Call me.
If not now, when?
How many invitations to be great are you going to pass up?
How many more years are you going to deny yourself who you really are?
What will it take for your selfishness to end, so that the rest of us can enjoy the gifts you have buried so deep inside yourself?
If not now, when?
What is the delay?
You will never have enough time. You will never make enough money. There will always be problems in your relationships. Your health will go up and down like a toilet seat at a busy stadium, on taco night. The work will always be tough. Your motivation will always have to be reborn and rediscovered.
But it will be worth it.
It is worth being who you are.
You were never meant to be anything else anyway.
Go build something. Make plans. Set goals. Plan what to do next. Prepare for what might go wrong, and be ready. Start walking. Start jogging. Run, dammit.
You are not the rolling wheels, you are the highway.
You are not the carpet ride, you are the sky.
Dream out loud.
And behave accordingly.