Dreams are unique.
You can be what you want, wherever you want, however you want with whomsoever you want…in your dream world.
You can also dream of achieving something–and work towards making it true.
I dream dreams of an equitable society.
I dream of a world where there is food, shelter and clothing for all.
I dream of a world where health is a given where children don’t die for lack of nutrition; for lack of appropriate preventive measures against diseases.
I dream of a world where there is no abuse–physical, mental, substance and societal and family!
I continue to dream even in the face of reality that stares me blind to what is and not what can be.
But…………I dream.
So leave me with my dreams.
Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where Anu, Ashok, Conrad, Delirious, Gaelikaa, Grannymar, Magpie11, Paul, Maria the Silver Fox, Rummuser , Will Knott, Shackman and I write on the same topic. Please do visit the linked blogs to get different flavours of the same topic.
I hereby solemnly aver that I leave you with your dreams. Dream on.
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As I read your list, I realize that my dreams are all quite selfish, whereas yours are for a better world. I guess I need to revise my dreams! 🙂
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Delirious–what we want for ourselves are usually what we want for our families and society–so we reach there finally. Thanks for the endorsement. Love and best wishes.
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“The fuel for our journey is love…” What a great line. Dream on!
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Life sure is a cycle with a journey and mostly an interesting journey.
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It was once said of Robert Kennedy that he said (I’m paraphrasing) “Some men see things that are and say why. I dream things that are not and say Why not?”
Here’s hoping your dreams are fulfilled.
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Like the Jill Rosell poem.
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Dreams are the internal mirrors of ones own deepest longings and most of us can barely remember them in the morning except the frightening ones or the ones where you fly. However, reading your poem on dreams Padmini, they don’t sound like dreams at all, but Jill Rosell’s wish for a better world.
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