Nature oF dreams part 1

Lately, I had been writing my blog in Chinese. Although struggling on the Chinese characters, but somehow I am very satisfied with the blog piece. But well, I think I should be writing in English, just in case some of readers are clueless about Chinese…

* Well, do I have constant blog readers to begin with? Hmm……Well, here goes *

Dreams...part 1

We all stepped from the age of childhood, to a very unique stage, when we are neither labeled as childish nor mature – a stage of adolescent. It was perhaps the stage when we start knitting our dreams, be it as simple as having a girlfriend, to dreams such as world peace and conquering the world.

It was perhaps the decisive stage that gave birth to those figures such as Shakespeare, Hitler, Speilberg, Franklin and others. Regardless of whether they are the best fgures of their times, or the most villainous guy in the world, they are those people who take great steps in achieving their dreams. And I believe they will have no regrets even death sends them to their grave.

However, dreams are not meant to be grasped easily. Perhaps there are a many unknown Shakespeare, Beethoven; Jay Chou is still lurking around the world, even around us, but with their talent gone unnoticed. Even some of them prevailed, by fate or by luck, most of perhaps ended up their talent gone unnoticed and their “Symphonies” and “poems” might be covered in the dust forever.

Some of them ended up miserably because of insisting on their own dream, often finding themselves between a struggle of bread or ambitions. While others relented of the harsh truth of reality, and ended up doing those things they dislike, and perhaps, leaving the world with a trace of regret because of their unachieved dreams.

For me though, unachieved dreams are not the most fearful thing. Being not able to dream, or dare not to dream, might be something that is more fearful instead. They are perhaps, those people that had living in places when survival is not certain. They might also, perhaps, people that haven’t given a choice to dream because their road had already decided by their parents, without chances to argue. Or they might just people that dare not to face those mishaps, prefer conforming to “realistic thinking” than risking facing trouble in the process.

And now I’m figuring which group of people am I supposed to be, on the dark midst night when all of my friends had already slept.