Growing up the people around us inspire us to dream about the future. The very world emits a keening cry stirring our blood and awakening our souls. Yet as we grow older those who once emphasized the importance of our dreams for our respective futures begin to say just the opposite. We are told to grow up, face reality, get real. To lay aside our fantasies and deal with the cold hard facts at hand.
This we cannot do, our dreams are all we have without them there is no power, no hope, no joy, no love. If our dreams are better than the reality professed by the multitude as real then why should we sacrifice them. By laying aside the dream for some cold and lifeless reality we make the greatest mistake possible, we relegate ourselves to completely mortal, lackluster lives.
Reality is defined by the individual, by accepting another's reality we deny ourselves the most important aspect of our lives.
Why should we heed the call of humans over the call of the world, which never ceases in its desperate cry for us to dream unending, to rip and tear the fabric and reform it in a better image.
How can we deny the world which is our life's blood, our mother and father, our home.
Reality is what we make it, what will you make yours?
-redbishopii
