I was once asked to define a dream.

A simple question that honestly puts me back to silent myself. What is it about a dream?  I know I have many dreams in life. Continuous flow of hope and wishes that seems to come and go as each moment passes. Of chains of inspirations and ideas that are waiting so eagerly to be manifested.

My mind suddenly wanders to an image of burning lanterns that were released up to the sky to light up the darkest of night. Beautiful lanterns filled with hopes, wishes and dreams.

Those burning lanterns are like a dream. You light it up, and then hold it tightly, believing in its ability to fly. But then you have to let it go. Allows it to fly up freely to the sky and be one with the universe, to be the light in the middle of darkness.

I feel that to make a dream come true, you have to really want it. You have to believe in it, and you have to want to work hard for it. To hold it tightly and make sure that it is real. But at the same time, you have to surrender. To let it go. To allow the universe to take them over and embrace your dream as part of the natural cycle of life. It is the balance between effort, hard work and flow.

To give your best try and effort, but let go of the result.

To dream, but not hold on to it so tightly that it destroys your sense of reality.

Thus I was finally able to give my answer.

I said, “Have a dream. Make a wish. Closed your eyes and pray. Placed your dream among the stars and believe that it will come true when you work hard for it.” And as I said it, I too start to believe in my own dreams even more.

To finally realize that sometimes, even though you already know it, know what it takes, it still take a mirror to help you see deeper into yourself. To be put face to face with your own fear, love and dreams.

The world begins with a dream

Our life is created through trails of dreams

And with those dreams, a heart rediscovers her very first beat.

The heart finally re-discovers Love

 

Koh Samui, Thailand 13 July 2017

Written by dewiloho

A wandering poet, a traveling yogi, a passionate knitter, and a self-taught baker

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