“Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.”
My children have dreams. Wild, crazy dreams that only children can have. They want to be astronaughts who cook, who own horses and drive racing cars and fly in multi-coloured rockets to the moon. Or dancers who are doctors and vets and magicians.
They want to swim around the world and fly like birds. They want everyone to be nice to each other – I’d quite like that one too. Dreams are like feathers, they are light and floaty, they aren’t tied down and can disappear with the smallest breeze but they are real. They exist and hold so much information about your soul and your hopes.
So they have hope. They have dreams. They are naïve but naiveity is sometimes a wonderful thing. They have their whole lives in front of them and they have the chance to be what they want to be. Yes they might never be a cooking astronaught or a dancing doctor but they will be something. They will grow and their dreams will change but I love the true belief they both hold that they do ANYTHING. It’s sad that we grow up and lose our dreams. I think everyone needs to hold on to something, even if it’s a little bit far fetched and out of reach. Dreams make the world that little bit sweeter and that little bit more magical.
Written by our regular contributor Annwen.
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