I am tired of living in a world in which most people do not treasure their dreams. I know too many people who spurn their own creative impulses, whose idea of responsibility is an archaic one rooted in unquestioning conformity. They plod on, even if it hurts them. Eventually you know them either by their conventionality or their quickness to deride anyone who decides to follow the dictates of their heart or soul above common fear.

I cannot join the ranks of these. If I did, it would mean that I had forgotten myself.

The thing is, few people want to actually make the effort to prioritize their dreams. They tighten their grasp around their life even as this hurts them, driven by some outdated concept of security. It is true that ultimately I do not know what is in the hearts of others, or why. Still, I cannot help but feel these words:

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.”

- Helen Keller

Give me a life where I desperately fear failure but push on anyway. A life where I can consciously place my dreams and desire for purpose at the forefront and use these to drive all that I do.

“All you need is already within you, only you must approach your self with reverence and love.”

- Nisargadatta Maharaj

What do we have, truly, other than the self? Other than this direct experience of life? If we are not awake to the importance of our own dreams, then we are left with only the mechanical functions of life – a perfect shell of a life, but no spark to animate it.

I would rather be alive in every moment. Feel the breath of the universe within me. Realize what it means to combine the warmth and light of pure consciousness with the mechanical impulses of biological life.

I approach my self and my dreams with nothing but the highest love and reverence.