World View (A piece/peace)

Do you know when the world really seems out of sorts? The world really seems out of sorts when your future reality is only someone else’s dream. And in your mind, you see possibility, but they see plausibility. You see long term and they see under no certain terms. You know what it takes and they take what you know and hang it on their wall like a digital reprint of a famous painting. Texture removed and obscured by the inability of its own unoriginality; a copy if you will.

Isn’t that what dreams are sometimes? If it’s fathomable, then a dream is nothing more than a digital reprint of what somebody else has already done. Very rarely do we dream unique; as adults anyway. A kid who dreams to fly will one day understand that either they can become a pilot or it won’t happen. And that’s not sad, that’s reality. Kind of like, the person who can’t see the reality in what they only dream of doing; what you can see being done. . .if only. . .effort were applied.

Endangered species. That’s what realization is. It has become an endangered species for those so stymied by fear that they refuse to try to make real what they only dare dream. That’s like having wings, but not flying. Like having fins, but not swimming. Like having feet, but not moving. Having feet, but not moving. Crippled dreams are far worse than failure to succeed at something attempted. Sometimes – just sometimes, I wish all my people would realize this and just pick-up and move.