T. S. Eliot wrote in his Animula poem of ‘the pain of living and the drug of dreams.’
Dreams can be like that, can’t they? Addictive.
And like a drug, somehow drawing us away from reality. Taking us to another world.
We speak of them quite lightly. We talk about such things as ‘our dream holiday’, ‘my dream job’. We speak about ‘a dream house’ or ‘a dream car’.
Dreaming about material things seems easy. Dreaming about things we might do, almost as easy.
Dreaming about who we want to be, often harder. So we avoid it. For the most part.
We just plough on with life. With living. Same routines. Same thoughts. Same feelings. Same pain.
But dreams bring about change. Dreams inspire. Dreams provide hope. Dreams enable. Dreams motivate. Dreams create reality.
What I dream matters and for that moment the world exists that way