Dare to dream
I used to be a dreamer. But I grew up.
One of the greatest disillusionments of being an adult is realising how constraining it is. As a child who believed adults had everything and could do anything, it has been disappointing to realise how much restraints exist in my mind. The worst part of this realisation is that many of these restraints exist only in my mind.
I used to be a dreamer.
I had lofty ambitions, shining and grandiose plans for the future, and elaborate schemes, masterfully concocted to live out my best adult life. But I grew up. I grew up and realised that it isn’t enough to dream. I have to work out my dreams. Suddenly the possibility of making my dreams a reality became very daunting, and like a block of ice slowly sinking to the bottom of my chest and sucking all the warmth out of me, the weight of my dreams caused fear to lodge in my mind. Freezing my frantically beating heart within me.
I became scared of everything I ever wanted. everything I ever dreamed of.
Tunde Onakoya showed us last week that, indeed, it’s possible to do great things from a small place, and I don’t know how, but he got this dead heart beating again.
Maybe my dreams are neither too high, nor are they lofty. Maybe my dreams are not too far above my reach. Maybe I’m not completely in over my head. Maybe my dreams are not that crazy. Heck, maybe my dreams are actually valid. Maybe it is possible for me to do great things too. I used to think I could, but not so much anymore. Maybe the fear I let into my heart actually lied to me the entire time.
Maybe, just maybe.
And I’ll never know till I try. Till I dare.
So maybe I should damn fear after all.
I used to be a dreamer. Maybe I can make those crazy dreams come true after all.
Take one shaky breath after another.
One rickety step after another.
One terrified decision after another.
Maybe I can also do great things from a small place.
Maybe you can too.
We’ll never know till we dare.
