The Dream Is Mine

I have this tendency to do something stupid when emotionally unstable. It rarely happened, I should say, but it did happen several times. The strangest thing about it is that I usually knew that I’d regret it later, but that rarely stopped me.

It nearly happened last night. I nearly left everything behind for a selfish dream. A worthy dream, a beautiful dream, but a selfish one just the same. Pursuing it would very likely destroy everything I hold dear. And I didn’t give a shit. I was ready to go through Hell and beyond to pursue it. And I was sure that nothing would stop me.

Until a friend sent me her warning. This friend had been watching me for the last three days and nights, noticing my restlessness, knowing what caused it. When she thought I was on the edge of my sanity last night, she sent me this quote via WhatsApp:

I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self.

– Aristotle –

So I stopped to think. And to make sure she knew I got her message, I replied with another quote:

I admire him who knows what he wants and will fight to the death for his dreams without listening to the warning given by any dead philosopher.

– Me, Who The Fuck Else? –

 

Did I do it? No. But I didn’t cancel it either. I simply postpone it. Much as I love this dream, I cannot let other people suffer for this. It would’ve tainted this dream.

Was that quote the one that made me postpone it? Not really. It would be more accurate to say that the time it took me to reply to that message cooled my hothead down up to a more sane degree. Long enough to make me see the bigger picture.

 

So I decided to wait and watch patiently for my chance. One day I’ll be able to pursue this dream without destroying everything I hold dear. I’m sure that day will come.

 

Because everything I hold dear gotta die some time.

 

Holy mother, that sounds just like a bad joke about an old couple who filed a divorce after being married for 75 years because they wanted to wait until all their children died first….

 

Be that as it may, the dream is mine forever. I simply haven’t grabbed it yet.

 

 

But some day I will…

 

 

 

 

...and pigs might fly...

FUCK YOU PIG!! GO FLY SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!

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~ by edwinlives4ever on January 7, 2015.

7 Responses to “The Dream Is Mine”

  1. working with scant details, i do know that what i refuse to do is live with regret. but you are also right to watch out for selfish desires. sometimes they hoodwink you… good luck mate.

  2. Just excellent! … I love your reply to “Aristotle” but basically found that the last thoughts were stunning (i.e when you say that you waited long enough to make me see the bigger picture, etc).
    Thanks for sharing & best wishes, Aquileana 😀

  3. All the very best for catching up deam!!

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