Last update: April 29, 2016
I don't measure my dreams by my age. For having measured things according to age, I have reached paths that are too dry for my sensitivity, I have hurriedly crossed fields where I could have stopped to collect fruit.
I came to deserted stations where there was no train ready to board. There was nothing there for me. For having acted according to my age, I experienced with severe desperation a linear series of events that I did not want to end, but not even to live, because I was not ready.
For having acted according to my age, I let passions slip away that I thought fortuitous, believing that they would expand or contract according to my future desires. I left unfinished conclusions that would serve me throughout my life, withdrawing from experiences only because I felt guilty for what I was experiencing at a time that I considered wrong.
My dreams have no age
I believed that lessons come in stages, not based on experience. But now I have learned that my dreams have no age, only desires. They want to be fed constantly, with gratitude, hope and determination. Now I don't see what the game involves, because I am aware of which square I am in, and because I am the one who rolls the die.
The die has many faces, but it falls firm and certain, like my current attitude towards the dream I want to pursue. I am not afraid to continue playing to chase my dreams, because for me it is a more serious thing than an obligation that has been imposed on me..
My dreams are not measured
My dreams have no age, but only a desire to come true. Something that is not measured with an identity card, a curriculum vitae and / or a typical development ladder. My dreams are measured by the desire to tell the rest of the world that I don't care if realizing them corresponds to my age or not. My dreams are measured by the feeling of emptiness that I have left when I did something unwittingly or the anxiety that it would not repeat itself.
I deny the traditions that I don't like, the subtle impositions that I hate deeply. I hug them when it is pleasant for me to do it and not when others expect me to do it, because what matters to my happiness is me.. My soul.
My dreams are not in the air, they levitate lightly for my personal pleasure
My dreams have no unreliable basis because I have dreamed of them more than I have actually lived. I have been mentally trained to enjoy my dreams without being present in my life because I am a hedonist, I like to enjoy the pleasures of life that the imagination can give me.
My mind is so little generous with me that when it shows me such a wonderful path in my neuronal circuits, I feed it, so that they don't stop sparking; so I continue to live happy and hopeful. It is a survival strategy that does not denote naivety, but maturity, as I stop embittering my life, even if for a few moments a day.
My dreams will never hurt, but they can arouse envy
I don't know why other people's dreams are so annoying: people want to get you out of the clouds when being there is the best thing. I am determined to make my dreams come true, but I don't want to stop enjoying any passage. I am convinced that as we enjoy the innocence of childhood, in the same way we should savor the aroma of the dream that surrounds our life, without haste or constraints..
I have to pay attention to people who have no desires or hopes, they want to make me skid until I notice the clash with harsh reality, falling so hard that I only see the fractures, the screams and the days full of sadness and routine. I want to decorate my dreams with something more, it is a privilege of my mind that I do not want anyone to take away from me.
It's not that I haven't fought for my dreams, but I don't want them to be just a fight
I don't want to turn my dreams into my nightmares. For this, I have to control the times, those related to my maturity and the way the world grows with me. It is important to reach the finish line, but it is useless to do it with an empty look and a quick step. This is not your dream, this is the ego asking you to win it all, not to make it happen as you wish.
Not a single day passes in the life of a person who really wants something in which there are no doubts about how to achieve it: uncertainty, disappointment, sadness. The void, however, appears only when the fight is abandoned while still being strong.
Society does not want people with dreams other than those it tries to impose and sometimes appeals to age as a method of deterrence to make us abandon the path. In reality, the poorest age is one that lacks self-knowledge. At 16 you can feel an existential emptiness and at 63 you can live a life in which this emptiness does not exist.
