When exactly I was asking myself, did I stop dreaming? I don’t mean in the sense of going to sleep and dreaming, although I guess with my issues with sleep I’ve done that too…. getting off track.
No, I mean that most of our lives from a small child to an adult we’re filled with dreams I think. We dream of that first boy or girlfriend, of graduating, getting a job, getting married and so on! There was always it seemed something to dream about and to be excited about and anticipating.
When did it happen that I stopped? Was it when I turned 40, 50 or 60? I can’t remember when exactly except it suddenly occurred to me that while I live each day and each year and am for the most part happy with my life, I don’t dream anymore. There are no goals really or aspirations of any magnitude. Sure, I could long for enough money to travel wherever we wanted to, or perhaps indulge in some other fantasy. That is not realistic though. Dreams I think should have some aspect of attainability and yet be something that gives a measure of spontaneity or the surprise factor.
I just realized that though I’m 68 (69 soon), it shouldn’t mean that I’m too old to have dreams. Maybe it’s just that I’m feeling older right now than my years….. maybe I’m just too doggone tired. I was just sitting here thinking and it occurred to me that currently I don’t have any.
Having now written out my thoughts, which is what I often blog about I realize that there is a need in this person sitting here to engage my albeit weary ‘little gray cells’, and in the next few days find me some dreams.
Any suggestions greatly appreciated.