“Dreams” by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
The ability to dream, to imagine a different state is one of humanity’s greatest assets. Without it we would simply float along the river of life, like a man in a canoe without a paddle.
Each of us is endowed with the ability to dream, to peer into the shapeless future and conceive of a certain pattern based on what we know or perhaps hope would be possible. And as with all of our capacities, we must take care not to abuse the ability to dream. We mustn’t live completely in our dreams, for in so doing we risk missing the present moment entirely. Occasional dreaming, however, can produce a certain mental, emotional, and spiritual agility which might make you better at handling the twists and turns which invariably come about in the living of life.
6 thoughts on “Dreams”
Dreaming can be seen as the paddle, for everything starts without form and void…invisibly.
Were it not for dreamers, we would still think the world is flat.
The sweet spot in dreaming, utilizing the imagination, is the place where navigating the invisible is born, peering into the infinite, drawing it into the finite.
Thanks for reminding of the “Bigger Picture”, and that I can do something about it today, bringing the dream of restored world, one step closer.
I find it interesting to consider the Old English referenced origin of the word dreams given as joy,music. Makes me think on where my greatest joy is.
I have always loved this quote about dreams from Robert Kennedy. There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why… I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?
There are many sorts of dreams – dreams born of ambition, fearfulness, vengefulness or futility, or dreams born from a high point of inspiration, of vision and courage. It seems that life’s great challenge is to remain centered in the spirit of the dream that defines one’s genuine and unique purpose, for there are an abundance of dreams that lead to ruin and tragedy. Your post deserves deep consideration.
Poets and philosophers have often written about dreams. There seems a memory or perhaps an inner compass that reminds us the world has taken a tragic detour. Our dreams can echo that and in a way they become a sort of faith, that the ship can be righted.
In his poem “If” Kipling said, “If you can dream—and not make dreams your master…” Thoreau wrote, “Dreams are the touchstones of our character.”
I think it has to do with what the longings of our hearts are; that decides the course of our lives, and separates the men from the boys. The immature seem to dream about things becoming better and the mature dream about themselves becoming better. I guess the latter will take the responsibility and former hopes someone will.
After I read this writing this morning, I had to stop and think about dreams, and what they are to each of us. What are they in the first place? are they just wishes made without much thought behind them? do each one’s dreams only include a better placement for themselves within this world? Would not dreaming about a better world for all that exist within it serve the higher good, no matter what form that being might be currently in? but how can I do such a thing? Where and when can my dreams become reality? With every thought the path begins to be laid that the hands must follow. Mind/thought joined with body/actions can be the only way to birth a dream.