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Dream.

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“If you want to kill a man, kill his dream.”

I was sitting in front of my mac last night, when suddenly my dream chakra opened. All of my dreams gushed to my mind. It made me frantic. I should meditate at that time, yet I let my self driven uncontrollable.

Dreams. Sigh. Do you know that they are very powerful? I almost think that they are some kind of new-breed species. If you keep feeding them, they will grow bigger and bigger. It might even overpower you. Yes. Indeed, some dreams are dangerous. Some dreams might drag you down to the pool of hopelessness. Some dreams might fly you off to Nirvana.

I used to dream big when I was a little girl. I used to put all my dreams and hopes up in the sky… I did exactly what they said… “If you cannot dream, you will never have a dream come true”… Yes, I dreamt, until life taught me reality. Reality does what reality does. It tears dreams away. And it all went wrong as it turned our dreams to shame.

Some people are lucky for getting their dreams come true. Some people are unlucky for not having an ability to dream. And as for us, who keep on dreaming even though we are far from making them happen, we should be strong, be patient and be willing to work hard. Because most dreams do not have anything to do with luck. Most dreams are given to us to shape our characters. Because when hopes are high then life is worth the living.

Here is a beautiful song from Les Miserables, I dreamed a dream. Enjoy. It is truly a piece of meaningful art.

There was a time when men were kind, When their voices were soft, And their words inviting

There was a time when love was blind, And the world was a song, And the song was exciting

There was a time…. Then it all went wrong…

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high

And life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die – I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid, And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid, No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night… With their voices soft as thunder…

 As they tear your hope apart

As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side, He filled my days with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride, But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he’ll come to me, That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be….

And there are storms we cannot weather….

I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I’m living – So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

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inspiration of the song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pD-q2YuKb6c

lyrics from google.com

picture is taken from http://mung-diary.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html

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Written by vallaura

May 28, 2011 at 10:32 PM

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  1. I really liked this. Thanks for the inspiration and the re affirmation that im living right on the edge of my dreams….with my eyes wide open .

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    Mr.Tod A.Parker

    May 31, 2011 at 2:02 AM

  2. That is a super-peachy-keen post. Thanks for really blathering on like that! Seriously, I don’t think I could have spent more effort wishing for something heavy to fall on me to erase that nonsense from my mind!

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    Blither Stuff

    May 31, 2011 at 9:35 PM


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