I grew up at a time when life was a series of do’s and don’ts. This was reinforced in school where the nuns gave students an even longer list of rules that they expected to be followed to the letter. This was also the time when life hands down the path you ought to take: the kind of boy you should marry, the kind of job you were expected to do, the kind of life you ought to live.
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My only respite from all these rules was when I held a book in my hand. Books opened many things to me; new lands, new cultures, new ways of thinking and of doing things. It’s funny though that despite everything I read, I never thought of doing what the lead characters did in the story. Find love! Go for it! Do whatever makes you happy! Be strong! No one else will do it for you!
I grew up believing that these were just stories, totally divorced from the kind of life real people lived. And so I daydreamed. I daydreamed a lot. But I never learned how to dream. I grew up thinking that what I had was my portion; that I had to learn how to deal with it and not ask for more.
I lived life pretty much that way until someone asked me what I dreamed for the future. The question caught me off guard. I was puzzled. I didn’t think it possible until sometime later, I realized, what is life if we don’t dream?
As a friend used to say "It's free to dream. Take advantage of it."