As I kid, I always dreamed. Nonetheless, growing up, I noticed the adults around me didn’t. In fact, mature people perceive dreams as something naive. They rather talk about goals and logical plans to achieve them. Yet, there is something about dreams that makes our eyes shine and that keep us awake at night; something that doesn’t come from a certain amount of money or a promotion. Not long ago, I was still wondering where all the adult’s dreams went. What had happened to them? I couldn’t understand how anyone could live a life without dreaming. However, I experienced the answer to the query myself: the lack of dreaming in adults was the result of deception and failure.
About a month after my graduation from college, a hurricane destroyed my country. As a consequence, every effort to find a job in the film industry became useless. Therefore, I, who studied with passion, read every book, listened to every lesson and graduated as a “summa cum laude” ended working at a hotel. The first day I arrived to its parking lot, I cried for half an hour. Afterwards, I consoled myself thinking it would be over soon. Then again, it wasn’t, and the part of me that thought everything was possible if I worked for it, benumbed day by day. In fact, my creative mind became dull by the daily mechanized routine.
Still, every now and then, people asked where I came from. Every time I told the story, the question that followed was: “What are you doing here then?”. It was a question for which I knew the answer, but not the solution. After graduation, a year full of “thank you for applying but we will be moving on with other candidates” and other ignored applications went by. So, at the end I had decided to just save money to emigrate to somewhere where my passion could become my way of living. It was already the summer of 2019 when I quit work.
Instead of becoming the start of my dream, that summer became the end of it. A big deception turned my world upside down. In consequence, every dream lost sense. All of them became laughable and useless… A few months passed before I realized I had completely stopped dreaming. I came to be like the adults around me.
However, not long ago, I came upon a fragment of the book The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1943/1995) that read as follows:
It is madness to hate all roses because you got scratched with one thorn. To give up on your dreams because one didn’t come true. To lose faith in prayers because one was not answered, to give up on our efforts because one of them failed. […] To throw away all your chances to be happy because you didn’t succeed on the first attempt.
And as simple as it was, I understood the truth in it. Dreaming was foolish for many people but living a life without doing so was insane.
Finally, I can say I saw where the dreams of all the adults go; mine traveled there for a moment too. Truly, it is ridiculous to have faith in people after someone deceived you and to dream after suffering from disappointment. Despite this, we should always remember our childhood years, when falling wouldn’t keep us from playing and getting hurt wouldn’t keep us from chasing. I don’t know of a better motivation than to dream. There is something about it that pushes us outside our limits, beyond the imaginable. Not all of our dreams will come true in life. Yet, those that do, will leave us feeling full. The ones that fail, will transform in knowledge and reinvention. To all the adults out there, now you know where your dreams are. Go find them; go follow them.
De Saint-Exuspery, A. (1995). The little prince. ( I, Testot- Ferry Trans.). Ware, HERTS: Wordsworth Editions Limited. (Original work published 1943).