When Dreams Shrivel into Dead Memories

February 06, 2012 9:47 PM

Dreaming is the easy part.

The human imagination has no trouble with that.

What kills us is when
we demand excessive permission to make our dreams a reality.

Because we wouldn’t dare follow our heart’s desire until we
were ready, until the time was right, until we had enough money, until all the
planets were aligned and until the risk of failure was minimized.

No, that would just be plain stupid.

So we wait. And wait. And wait.

And eventually, our dreams shrivel into dead memories. And we
convince ourselves that we never really wanted them in the first place, so we don’t
feel as bad.

But maybe we meet somebody who isn’t addicted to permission.
Somebody possessed by a relentless inner voice. Somebody whose dreams are
actually coming true, right now, before their eyes, in real time, because of
the daily actions they choose to take.

And in that moment, we have a choice.

We can sigh, smile, pat them on the back, say good-for-you
and sheepishly mutter how we wish we could follow our dreams too.

Or.

We can channel their fire to elevate our hope, leverage
their energy to disrupt our inertia and open ourselves to the invitation to
take the plunge.

LET ME ASK YA THIS…

Whose dreams are you using to inspire yours?

LET ME SUGGEST THIS…

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Scott Ginsberg

That Guy with the Nametag

Writing, Publishing, Performing, Consulting