In my last post, I tried to take the idea of Dreams and cast them all into the purifying fire. Burn away all that isn’t worth our true devotion since most of us pursue them with our lives as the bargaining chip. Weigh and measure them and find yourself consciously picking and choosing instead of just accepting the dreams that your mind has naturally formulated from as early as you remember.
Pursue your dreams.
Follow your dreams.
Make your dreams come true.
All are variations of the same message, that your dreams are the flawless ideal and that you should devote your life to fulfilling them. However, I suggest at least pausing and pondering a couple things. Dreams, at least for me, are natural, almost innate, as if I never made the conscious decision to set them on the pedestal of my life.
I learned somewhere a while back that there was a clear difference between Love and Applause, as well as a common confusion with them both. Love can only be experienced when we tear down the superficial walls, these masks that we wear, the artificial auras that we make to puff ourselves up. Until we are fully able to be ourselves, we can only feel love in shimmering flashes, but never the constant, euphoric smother that love brings.
