“You can tie rock to my soul, but you can’t build a prison for my mind, no, you can chain my body to thee earth, but still my spirit flies, my spirit flies.”
- “Is Anybody Listening?” From Ten Commandments – Preformed by Adam Lambert, the love of my life.
I, like usual, have been reading Harry Potter. While reading, it I came across a line, that spoke to me. I mean, there are quotes that often stand out to me, but this one stood out in particular. “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that” (from “The Mirror Of Erised,” Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, by J.K Rowling). What it says to me is that dreaming is nice but it doesn’t get you anywhere. I’m not so sure though. Dreams are a funny thing if you think about it. We have them from such a young age and continue to have them throughout our entire lives. As a child you dream of being older, being a police officer, a dinosaur. Maybe just for the moment, you dream of having a cookie for breakfast or something silly that pleases us in our childhood. As an adult, or at least older more conscious person hearing the dreams of a child you should, and ought to always support them. It’s not necessarily the dream itself but the idea behind it: the thought that if you dream it can happen. It is very important, especially from a young age when you are developing habits and ways of life that will mostly stick with you, that you have goals and dreams. If you just support them you are sorely missing something vital; that you have to work for dreams. Not only work, but work till you finish. If you plan to do something but leave it unfinished, it becomes a problem. Children and well, people in general should know to start something and finish it. children should know to have a dream. Though it is possible to not have a dream. A dream is very fragile: it can be affected by a single moment in your life that spends it spiraling into another direction. Maybe a pet died and now you suddenly want to become a Veterinarian. You could have seen a brutal surgery and don’t want to become a doctor anymore. Perhaps you saw toddlers learning and want to become a teacher, or you read an article about something that seriously interested you and that is what you want to go into, it’s perfect. They change dreams, and that is okay.
Most people say starting the task is thee hardest part. I disagree. It is the finishing that is the trouble, at least for me, especially if I am in love with something. For instance, I start an art project. Okay, you have to plan, and you are a little scatter-brained, as you should be. Then you get to work, and it just flows out like words onto paper. Art in motion. Then suddenly something I put a lot of effort into, something I am quite proud of is done. But not quite. I still want to change little bits, add more, or less. I don’t want to let it go, but as with everything, you have to let it go. Finishing, letting go, one in the same. It is like a mother who watches her child grow up, like an art project develops into something beautiful; then one day, inevitably, she has to let him or her go and allow him or her to fend for his or herself. Or maybe you read a really spectacular book, but you have to read the end, some sort of closure.
Nowadays, it seems to me that people leave so much unfinished. I am not just talking books, or art projects. I am talking more than that, extending to relationships and dreams. By relationships I am trying to say they have a beautiful one with someone and one day they fight. Sure they become friends again, but without any real apology or closure which leaves both sides to wonder; still a bit bitter on the inside, which is held on so that nothing is really the same till that closure happens. Even in divorce, sure they move out and move on but sometimes neither even really know why, or how, it happen. People are getting divorces left and right, like they were just bored. Though usually one in the relationship, the victim of the others games, never really knows the truth and it hurts them. It’s simple: people find safety and comfort in, even if its bad, closure, reasoning.* Everyday millions, and millions, and millions of questions are left unanswered. It leaves a man to wonder, wonder about everything.
Back to the dream though.
The dream as a child has now evolved: the teenager. Adolescence. When you finally realize you are alive and you are you. You pick your friends, your way of life, interests, dreams, a precursor to the rest of your life. Though, I believe, this stage is when dreams are put on hold, temporarily. At least way less dominant in the bulk of us. We have lapses of judgment, our learning experience. We think about dreams and such but they aren’t the same those childhood ones. Where you use to dream of being a princess, you now dream of college some of us, for knowledge, others for the parties. The thing with these dreams though is we doubt them. It’s not unusual to doubt yourself or your dreams, especially at an age where judgment decides your fate. You ask yourself: Do I want to be a teacher when I grow up? Do I want to even go to college? Do I even want to finish high school? without a doubt these will cross your mind, in one way or another. You are forced to think about the future, though we try not. That is probably the reason for the bad choices as an adolescent. We think about now, now, now not tomorrow and especially not ten years from now.
Through our doubts and confused, almost dazed judgment, we just continue till it is time to make decisions, the big 18. Time to answer those questions you tried hard to ignore (the most of my lot at least), like perhaps they were going to just go away: your own personal judgment day. This is where your dreams come into play. The dream that has been in the back of your head for the last about let’s say about six years? Over those years of adolescent your hobbies and interests develop, you drop the ones less important and go more into those that truly, thoroughly intrigue you. There is your answer. That is what you want to study or be when you grow up. Perhaps you aren’t lucky enough as those people who know what they want to do and you’re in one of two other situations: You have no idea what you want to do or you’re keen on so much you aren’t sure which one exactly (my problem is the latter). You are certainly not alone. There are adults with jobs who don’t know what they want to be; some may never know, it’s quite sad really.
Then finally there is the adult dream. Or searching for the dream. Because at this point it is you, and you alone, to make your dream come true. To finish what you started, or to start it and finish it. Some spend there whole life searching, others and most not so much. People fall back on common dreams like to get married, have children, but they can do those and strive for more and more. Is it a bad thing to always want more? Perhaps. Not everything is possible as harsh as that sounds; there are limits, bodily and time-space wise. It’s not even that though, people if they are always striving for more, tend to take for granted what they have or already made. They need to learn to appreciate more, at least I think so. With adults I feel as if there dream isn’t so much a dream, but remising. Clinging onto memories and good times as an adolescent thinking, dreaming about what they would or wouldn’t change. These types of dreams are a wicked kind, because no matter how hard you try you can’t have them come true. You could perhaps call those dreams regret or if it is good, remising. That is why the feeling of nastoliga is often so brilliant. Whatever you call it, it happens to everyone. I know, I know, I know, it’s cliche and I really do hate cliches but, we do all want what we can’t have at some point or another. The truth of the matter is we all want those questions I was talking about before, answered, we want comfort. Logic. Reasoning.* The adult dream, that is more tangable, is more subtle changes such as a promotion, an especially nice dinner. At this point any other dream seems almost useless, obsolete in a sense that if they suddenly want to be a doctor, it’s too late. It’s not of course, though the road will, and would, be difficult it can happen. Though I think most wouldn’t even want to go through all that after they are already older with another career. Again, most of this is guessing and based on observation due to the fact that I am not an adult. Yet.
That is why dreams are important. They give you reason so you regret less. Ambition is key to success and success (of course, in the eye of the beholder) is what life is all about. Personal success. Be that as it may, could come from just having a child or a stable job. Dreams distract you from drugs or bad decisions because you can’t be having those petty problems getting in the way. So when good ‘ole Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore said “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that” I think he meant best. I think he meant that you should have dreams but not just think about them, but live them. Remember that. He always knows what is talking about. Dreams are infinite only held back but the close-minded thoughts of today’s society. Dreams can help you and allow you to think outside the box, as you should. Dream on for dreaming is something that no one can ever take from you.
* Side Note: This part is mainly influenced by an article Miss Stutzman sent me about the illogical and comforts of knowing everything.
Side Note : “A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes” just came up on shuffle, coincidence? I think not. My Ipod knows best.
Lia Marie Antoinette Ferrante
Quotes / Song Lyrics:
“There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
“I don’t think you’re a waste of space.”
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
“Ten years old it’s something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
Do you see the soldiers they’re out today
They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away
It’s ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There’s bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad he’s got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die.”
- “Hands Held High” – Linkin Park
“Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes”
- “Mr.Brightside” – The Killers
“That was you up on the mountain
All alone and all surrounded
Walking on the ground you’re breaking
Laughing at the life you’re wasting
1 – 2 tries won’t do it
You do it all your life and you never get through it
Everything they had to say
Had been erased in just one day
“Good try, we don’t like it”
“Good try, we won’t take that shit.”"
- “I Can’t Win” – The Strokes
“I got soul, but I’m not a soilder.”
- “All These Things That I’ve Done” – The Killers
“Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in, to the power which you know you can not fight, the power of the music of the night.”
- “The Music Of The Night” – The Phantom Of The Opera (the title is from that song as well)
“There’s a darkness,
Which comes without a warning,
But I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning.”
- “Fantine’s Death” – Les Miserables
“There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.”
- “I Dreamed A Dream” – Les Miserables
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt-IBJpEMzA&feature=fvw <—- “I Dreamed A Dream” from Les Miserables. The orchestra is beautiful. Ruthie Henshall (Fantine) is the most beautiful singer I have heard in my entire life I’m pretty sure. So much emotion/power in this song. Especially if you know the story. Listen to it!
on a lighter note..


