I once had a dream of a dream life (yes, there's nothing unique in that). And in that dream I was truly loved; also famous, rich and everyone looked up to me as I could do no wrong. It was a well crafted dream and also the only place in which I was truly happy. Maybe it was my way of filling the figurative hole we all carry. Maybe it only widened it. Truth be told, I dream that dream quite often.
And so do you.
But before you start feeling sorry for me (and vice versa), let's take a moment. Or two.
Idle fantasies of unlimited richness, postcard perfect love, unending power and the like emerge in even the best of us. Few of us go out and do something about it, fewer actually get somewhere close to it and even fewer know how to deal with it when they do get it. And we both know, those fantasies will never die.
Only we will, in their pursuit.
But before you turn morbid or judge me as one, let's take another moment. Or not (but I suggest you do).
If those fantasies cause more harm than good, wouldn't we be better off avoiding these life consuming desires and staying free of things that want to control us and in most cases go on to ruin us?
Yes, of course. But I know I won't because my heart longs for a raging fire.
And so does yours.
