Have you ever wondered where dreams go when they die? Is there some kind of graveyard for their empty shells to rest? Or perhaps they don’t really die, we just take them to the airport and wish them well on their journeys with other more fortunate people? Maybe they see their limited future with us and quietly slip away during the night.
And what about us? Age thins our hair and wrinkles our skin, what impact does the death of dreams have on us? Do our spirits wrinkle and age? Is it possible to keep dreaming new dreams when the ghosts of so many others unrealized haunt our waking hours?
Who determines which dreams will come true and which will not? Which dreams will blossom and which will crash onto the rocks like angry waves? Is there a Cupid-like imp that grants dream fulfillment to some and not to others?
I’d like to believe that if there is a dream graveyard, there must be a place for new dreams to be born. Not every young boy that dreams of being President of the United States can do that, but he could become a leader in other ways. Perhaps while we sleep storks bring baskets full of dreams and endow us with new ones?
Certainly there are dream salesmen out there trying to convince us all that we can have any dream we wish if we are just willing to work hard enough. Don’t be fooled. Sometimes dreams of the hardest working, kindest people slip through their fingers like sand.
There are so many things about dreams that I don’t understand. But I know one thing. Dreams are like food for our souls. We can’t live without them. So whatever happens, we must keep dreaming new dreams, keep holding on, keep hoping. Perhaps some of us have dreams like Chinese Bamboo Trees which are watered year after year with no change, no growth. And then suddenly in the fifth year the trees grow eighty feet in six weeks.
Or perhaps dreams sometimes get mixed up and need to be passed around to find their rightful owner. Maybe we just haven’t connected with the right one yet. Like Thomas Edison, we haven’t failed we just found 10,000 misdirected dreams.
Edison seems to have known a little something about pursuing slippery dreams. He gives us this encouragement, ““When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this – you haven’t.” And when we think our bamboo dreams will never grow, remember Edison also said, ““Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.” Let’s commit to hold on together–to keep watering our bamboo dreams.