Tell me your…
Those of you who have had the rare pleasure of sitting down with me and having a chat know how much I talk about dreams. Not the creepy dreams about runaway busses, clowns, watching yourself die in an unpleasant way, and all that other jazz that haunts you while you sleep. What I am talking about is the dream an inherent longing to do something greater than yourself. Over the last few months I have encountered people who have, or claim to have, absolutly no dreams whatsoever. Kids that don’t want to do anything with their lives and are concerned with nothing but meaningless drama amongst their “friends”(These freakin kids are doing nothing but playing guitar hero! But that issue is for another time). What has happened in our society that no one has any dreams!? Everyone seems to be lost and/or the desire to do something beyond themselves is lacking or completely absent in their life. I have some halfway developed theories on why this is, but due to them be halfway developed I will not go into them. However, these current events have left me sad, confused, wondering, lonely…. Kinda like a bad breakup. Anyway, I want to know your dream(s). I want all 22 of you who read my blog to tell me what your dreams are. whether you want to be a rockstar, dancer, astronaut, mother of 6, savior of Africa…. Whatever it is I must hear about it.
Dream, my friends. Dream!
-Dylan
to write…..something so profound that all those who know me……would know it had to be God….in me….working through me…..to write…..that has been my dream…..for a very, very, long, long, time:)
Hey, I’ve never met you, Dylan, but I have been tiptoeing behind you here, lurking in the shadows, for several months or so. It’s funny that this is something that I read today. I was in Spanish class and I had to respond to a question about my childhood dreams in front of the entire class. I was afraid to say it, but I wanted to be an astronaut since I was quite young. One year, my sole birthday present was to fly in a single prop plane that a man down the street owned. I remember wanting so terribly bad to fly, and the moment when I sheepishly confessed to my mom that I wanted to fly (this while I was playing with a plastic train set which included a plane). I was so incredibly thrilled to soar above where I lived, to soar among clouds and birds, seeing lakes, ponds, homes, fields, cities, and people from afar. In the sixth grade, I went to a summer camp and I felt as though God was asking me to trust him with the dream of going into space. Unfortunately, I thought that meant not to dream. Life is so completely dead without these big things… Over the past few months, I have been working on photography and I seem to do pretty well. My response to the pictures I have taken is to “settle” for just being a photographer for the rest of my life- I know that I could probably get an art degree and make enough money taking people’s pictures… But that is very much at my level and not God’s. I want to do something important, something significant. What I’ve said sounds like the story of the good Samaritan- people pass by a lone, hurting man in order to do more important things, but the one Jesus called “good” was the man who stopped to help. That is quite significant. Now that I’ve gone all holy roller, I still want to take pictures and go to the moon. Taking pictures of the moon and earth and the beauty beyond is my dream… I don’t know how, and I am glad not to know. Thank you for blogging and sharing, it’s refreshing to read the thoughts of someone else. Please don’t give up on it. It seems like there is something great going on here through your words… whether you like it or not.
Even though I don’t like the idea of relying on what other people think of me, I would still like to be a “respected” actor. After that President of the United states, although I woud settle for a successful politician.
P.S. according to contemporary philosopher Heidegger, these people without dreams, these guitar “heroes” are experiencing a “falleness” or are living in their inauthentic self. i beleive Heidegger to have hit this right on the head… http://amberluallen.blogspot.com/2009/05/authentic-and-inauthentic-existence.html
i’ve always wanted to start something to do with having ‘rockstars’ people with God given platforms to stand for morals and virtues. like a record label or something. to actually gain respect for themselves as an artist, their music and how they live their life in and out of the spot light. because like it or not we have some really horrible people on the stage in front of us and it would be fine if it stopped there but somehow we always see their purposely messed up private life and the ‘fans’ put them up on a pedestal and adore them for their bad habits. i guess the point im trying to make is just imagine a musician a ‘rockstar’ that had character. even better imagine them being in the spot light.
Globetrotting photographer. Changing the world through a lens.
I want to write for change. In love. For peace. That’s what I dream.